Managed IT services in Dallas have more intrigue than you might expect, especially among individuals developing tech like Kevin Welch, who was having his fair share of adventure that fateful Friday.
He found a dead man in a Dallas public park holding a business card. On the back of the card, Kevin found the name Mike Michaels and an address. On the front were only the letters “MM,” like on the note that had sent him to the park in the first place. Since Kevin still had a residual high from the pill that he had found attached to the sticky note on his laptop, he had enough common sense to follow the address on the card to an apartment north of town. The door was open and the place a mess. It looked like a tornado on a speed binge wobbled through and never escaped, until it spent its energy overturning couch cushions and throwing pictures from the walls.
This was staggering. Thankfully, Kevin had been working with managed IT services in Dallas long enough to think before he acted. He took a breath, let the tunnel vision of the drug he had taken crystallize his mental energies, and came to the conclusion that those who killed Mike Michaels in the park had also been through his apartment, and they were looking for something. What it was, Kevin had a strong suspicion of: the pills. Surely, he could find them where the killers had failed; he was operating under an enhanced mental state, after all.
Find them he did, after only a moment’s consideration. They were hidden under a tray inside the oven to the right of the sink. With a sigh of relief and fear, Kevin did the next thing he needed to: he checked throughout the apartment for clues as to Mike Michaels’ work— what could have prompted his killers to kill? Kevin didn’t find much, just a little notebook full of cryptic entries. Popping another pill to keep his high-speed cognizance at its peak, Kevin quickly flipped to a prudent entry which referenced “the agency” and gave him an idea what was going on: Mike Michaels had been with the CIA.
With one more cursory glance about the room, Kevin realized he had found all he was going to, then finally breathed and called the police.
The police department sent over some real winners. “I’m Reese,” said the one with the mustache.
“I’m James,” said the fat one.
“Let’s cut to the chase, Welch; why’d you kill Mike Michaels?” Reese interrogated.
“I didn’t kill Mike Michaels!” Kevin expostulated indignantly.
“You sure about that?” James arched an eyebrow, “You sure he wasn’t stealing some of them new managed IT services in Dallas you and the boys at CTG Tech have been up to in the last couple months? Things like:
• Managed Services
• Cloud Solutions
• Security Management
• VoIP Communications
• IT Projects
…and a bevy of other high-profile services?”
“I’ve been working at my dad’s IT startup the last couple months.”
Reese exhaled through his mustache and fixed James with a glare, “You tipped our hand, tubs.”
“We didn’t have a hand, caterpillar face!”
“Can I go now?” Kevin asked.
They looked at him for a second, then at each other, then had him fill out some paperwork and sent him on his way.