"I was thinking the same thing," Rose Shaw nodded.
Suddenly, Keith Coleman raised a hand and pressed it against the car, boxing her in.
"Rose, isn't this what they call being on the same wavelength?"
"It's late. You can go to bed now," Rose Shaw said coldly.
"The night is young. It'd be a shame to go to sleep so early."
Rose Shaw lifted her leg and kicked at Keith Coleman.
"AGH! That hurts! It hurts!" Keith Coleman instantly clutched his leg, crying out in pain.
"Next time, I won't be aiming for your leg."
Rose Shaw got into the car, phone in hand, and immediately made a call.
"Right, yes, go check that account. Don't wait until tomorrow. Tell me as soon as you find anything."
Keith Coleman didn't speak. He rubbed his leg, sat in another car, pulled out his laptop, and stared at the screen.
In less than five minutes, he had the results. He clicked on a profile picture and sent over the information he'd found.
