“A Morgan? He drives a Morgan?” Jack said as Dr. Maretti drove by.
“Does he think he’s a crime kingpin from the 1920s?” he asked.
“Apparently so,” Michael responded, dryly.
“I can’t take him seriously. How can he possibly be the mastermind behind the string of tech thefts?”
“Couldn’t say,” Michael replied.
Jack shook his head.
“Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to follow him. He sticks out like a sore thumb in that car.”
“But how can we catch him in the act? He’s slippery, that one.”
“Do you have any ideas Michael?” Jack asked his friend.