Dean waved, and the two made their way into the community, eventually stopping in front of a six-story building. Instead of storefronts, the base of the building featured a row of garages.
According to the information Daisy had found, Eden Consulting Company, which seemed to be a shell company, was registered at the location of a garage. Such small companies were numerous in the United States.
Following the garage numbers, Dean and Lawrence spent a couple of minutes and finally found Eden's "office."
To call it an office was an overstatement; it was merely a small garage, no wider than three meters and no taller than two. The roller door was down, its dented surface thick with clinging dust. Beside it hung a small, equally dusty sign, several letters obscured, making Eden's name barely legible. The place, just like its neglected surroundings, had clearly not been visited for a long time.
