Free Bulldog (Dev Haskell - Private Investigator Book 9) by Mike Faricy Page B

probably also know you can go down to the Recorder’s office and look it up, all you need is her property address.”
    It was so basic it hadn’t occurred to me.
    “I can see the light slowly coming on in that dim mind of yours, Dev.”
    “You know where they’re located?”
    “Hang on a sec, I know where they are, but let me get you the address.” He hit a couple of keys on his computer waited a moment. “Here we go, PRR, 90 Plato Boulevard West, just go over the Wabasha Bridge and take a right.”
    “I’ll be back,” I said and headed out the door.
    The Ramsey County Property Records and Revenue office is a fairly modern looking four-story, white stucco structure with lots of large windows and rounded corners on the entire exterior of the building.
    The only county buildings I visited on any sort of a regular basis was either the courthouse or the jail. Just by the nature of the beast, the experience was likely to be on the unpleasant side. This was altogether different.
    “Hi, how can I help you?” a pleasant looking woman, maybe in her fifties asked. Her name tag read ‘Mary Jane.’ We were standing at a long counter of laminated wood. She was on the business side of the counter and I was on the groveling side. The room was bright with floor to ceiling windows, off-white walls and fluorescent lights. Amazingly none of the lights were flickering. Framed and matted prints of various city scenes hung on the walls.
    “I’d like to look up property records for a home in Saint Paul,” I said.
    “I’ll just need an address and I can bring that tape out to you, everything is on micro fiche,” she added sensing my bewilderment.
    I gave her Casey’s address and she directed me to a table divided into a number of individual cubicles. She brought out a roll of micro fiche to me just a few minutes later. “You need anything else just let me know. When you’re finished here just bring the tape back up to the front desk. If you need copies made of any records we can do that for a modest fee.”
    “Thank you, I don’t think copies will be necessary.”
    “The records are filed alphabetically by street name and then numerically based on address. So you’ll be going to ‘H’ for Holly Avenue then numeric order after that, okay?”
    “We’ll see if I screw it up.”
    “I’m here if you do,” she said.
    “Thanks, Mary Jane.”
    “You’re very welcome, Mr. Haskell.”
    “Please, call me, Dev.”
    “Okay, Dev,” she smiled. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
    I nodded then watched her walk away wondering was that last line a come on? At the Records office? I didn’t think so. Was it?
    I landed on Casey’s records in just a few minutes then slowly ran down the dates from the late eighteen hundreds through the last century. I paused at November, 1983 when Norman Speer purchased the property from a Richard Mallnory. Norman Speer sold to a guy named Lowell Bulski in 2006. Bulski sold to Dermot and Casey Gallagher in March of 2013. That was where Jackie Van Dorn got involved. It all pretty much dovetailed with what Casey’s neighbor across the street and Casey herself had told me. Now I just had to find this Lowell Bulski and see if he had any sort of connection to Bulldog.
    I removed the tape from the viewer and walked back to the front counter.
    “That was fast,” Mary Jane said looking up at me.
    “That’s because you gave me such good directions to begin with. Do you have records on individuals?”
    “Individuals?”
    “Yeah, if I got a guy’s name would you have a record of where he lived, employment, you know, that sort of thing?”
    “I do know and no we don’t have records of that sort. You might want to try a phone book or you could go on line and possibly look that up in a reverse directory. If you have an address you might be able to learn who lived there. Word of advice, don’t pay for any of that information. If they want to charge you just move on to another site. You