"Diane, it's a beautiful day in Green Hill." Hofstee spoke into a microcassette recorder. "I just had two cups of fantastic coffee and a piece of cherry pie at the Top Hat Cafe." "Will you put that away?" Kima had little patience for Hofstee and her `conversations' with Diane. "You can't expect me to just stand around while I'm waiting for you to do whatever it is that takes you so long in the washroom." On the surface it might appear that they didn't get along at all. But Kima and Hofstee had been partners for 3 years now and were arguably the best team that the agency had. Hofstee had an extensive background in forensic science and an amazingly keen eye for details. Kima was a wizard with electronics and security systems. They both had special weapons training and were slightly prone to violence, which usually meant their biggest threat on an assignment was the reprimand they were going to get from the agency. They got into their black Acura Integra which was sweltering from sitting in the sun while they were eating breakfast in the cafe. Kima stowed her utility case behind her seat and started the car. Hofstee pulled a file from her briefcase and resumed studying the profile that she had already read countless times. Meidan was a bad, bad man. Just looking at the photo made her slightly uneasy. There were three pages detailing his sinister past, then a list of supposed contacts that read like an international underworld Who's Who. Green Hill had its problems, but normally nothing that concerned the agency. What brought Meidan here was a mystery to Hofstee, but she was going to locate him and find out. Kima changed the radio station as they turned onto Western Avenue. Hofstee opened the glove box and pulled out two GHPD badges and a warrant, all fake. She offered one of the badges to Kima. "Don't give it to me while I'm driving!" Kima snapped. "Oh, as if you can't take one hand off the wheel," returned Hofstee. She let it rest, though, as they were almost to the bank. They turned onto White Avenue and Kima pulled into a parking space just up the block from Main Street. "What happened here?" she wondered aloud, obviously referring to the yellow `Police Line' ribbons cordoning off the sidewalk. They had both been with the agency long enough to know that there are no coincidences. And if there's something Kima hated, it was trying to work when the local police were poking around - those guys were invariably sloppy and unbelievably naive. "I bet we're going to find out," replied Hofstee as she handed Kima the badge again. They got out, fed the parking meter and started down the sidewalk in the shadow of the First Union Bank. The stain on the sidewalk would have been enough, but the chalk outline was there to make it painfully obvious what had happened on that corner. Hofstee was already working out how to use it to her advantage. Inside the bank they both immediately noticed the two security guards, and that they were from a private service. Luckily, thought Hofstee, that probably meant that nobody in the building knew anything more about the GHPD than that it was DPHG spelled backwards. She approached the man at the service desk. "We're with GHPD 2nd Precinct Federal Liaison Office." They both flashed their badges. The man wore a badge that read `Tamka,' and she could tell that he wasn't very bright. She slowed it down for him. "We are investigating the death that occurred outside on Main Street, and have reason to believe one of your account holders was involved. Could we speak to the manager?" "Yes, I'm the manager," he said. Kima turned to watch the door while Hofstee did the talking. Hofstee produced a picture of Meidan and showed it to Tamka. "Did this man open an account here recently using the name `Amir'?" she asked. She knew that he had, because the agency had the files. She could have given the account number, but she hoped that wouldn't be necessary. "I don't know," answered Tamka. "Well, could we check?" "We'd have to go to Accounts." "So can we go to Accounts?" Hofstee wasn't phased, but Kima was quickly losing her patience. She was already thinking about how she could use her utility kit on the guy behind the counter. "There's nobody there today," Tamka said, as helpfully as he could. "Well, maybe you could take us over there yourself and help us out." "OK." Tamka took them over to accounts. Hofstee thought it strange that nobody was in the office, but knew that it was usually better not to ask anything that she didn't already know the answer to. "We'd like to get a home address and any contact information for this man," said Hofstee. "He's a suspect in an ongoing investigation," added Kima. Hofstee shot her a nasty look. When Kima jumped in the conversation it all too often ended with gunfire. Tamka sat down at one of the desks and started typing on the nearest keyboard. His fingers flew - as dazed as he seemed on his feet, he seemed to have an amazing control of the computer. After about 15 seconds he said, "Strange." Hofstee was not at all surprised. "No information?" "No," answered Tamka. "Do you usually open accounts with no contact information?" "No," answered Tamka. "Can we see the person who opened this account for him?" "No," answered Tamka. Kima almost lost her temper. She put her hand on the knife she wore on her belt. Hofstee hit her on the arm. "You see," continued Tamka, "he was killed the other night."