In the records, the lady operators were hard at work.
"Good afternoon, detective Matthews, detective Rhodes."
"Afternoon, Margie. We need some info on a Stephen Ruth, runs a marketing company on Charleston." Dean said. Margie hummed and pushed her chair toward her shelf, her finger running slowly over book spines before pulling out a rather thick binder, rolling back to the detectives.
"What would you like to know?" She asked.
"Anything you got would be great, Margie." Dean replied. She flipped it open and scanned over the names before she stopped.
"Ruth, Stephen. He's 47, lives not far from his work, he's had a couple tickets here and there, nothing terrible. Hhmm...oh, here we go." She looked up with a smile, "He was arrested when he was 17 for battery, how lovely."