“Bird inspector!” Gus blurted the words.
“What?” Half the time, Jake felt like he came in in the middle of a movie when talking to Gus.
“You know.” Gus bobbed his head. “You wanted to know how we could get into Lyre’s sister’s house. She has the parrot. We could pose as inspectors.”
“That’s…” The word ridiculous stuck in his mouth as he considered his current sum of possibilities. He had zero ways of getting his foot in the door. “Doable. Maybe they register parrots? We need a type of organization. Perhaps we can drop off some expensive parrot seed or something.”
Gus snorted. “Why does every idea involve spending money?”
He had a point. Every cold case they had solved did involve some money even if was just for gas. “It is what it is. Remember that Jim Rockford, television private eye, had a daily rate plus expenses.”
“Yeah,” Gus agreed. “All we have are expenses and no one footing our bill.”