If Moish Garfinkel was in Bearwood, same as Avigdor Cohen, same as Rivi and Gabe….

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Moish Garfinkel.

Penina taps her fingers against her keyboard. She googles Moshe Garfinkel and gets a smattering of results, none of them helpful. Writes the name on a Post-it note and sticks it to the side of the screen as though it might give her a clue.

It’s not an uncommon name, which is a hindrance. There’s a Moshe Garfinkel who is a dentist in Lakewood. Another who works in finance in New York. A few Moshe Garfinkels are mentioned in bereavement notices, in simchah announcements, and in advertisements. When Penina narrows her search term down to Moshe Garfinkel and Lenape Falls, nothing pops up.

Curious.

She switches windows to where she’s researching a security breach in one of her client's networks. The exploit that seems to have been used is an unusual one, though not impossible, and she needs to shore up their defenses and worry about Moish Garfinkel later.

But he feels important, like a missing puzzle piece. He knew Avigdor Cohen. Did he know that Avigdor had been impersonated? Had he tried to get in touch with him after that? Gabe doesn’t recognize the name, but he says that Rivi had.

She switches back to the other window and calls up a database that will do a deeper sweep of preexisting records. She narrows it down to results in New Jersey, chewing on the back of a pen as she thinks.

“The client is in Michigan,” Martin says from behind her, and she startles wildly, smacking her knee against the underside of her desk. He looks amused. “Sorry if I surprised you. I was just walking past and saw the screen. You think you’ll find the security incident in historical databases?”

Penina tries her best to subtly hide the Post-it note that gives her away. Martin watches it, eyebrows raised, and she says sheepishly, “You never know, right?”