A name appears.
Buried in that week's corporate registrations — one line among hundreds. No storefront. No sign. Nobody's watching.
The licence lands.
Food service. Liquor. Kensington. Now it's real — and Diggby has been on the scent since March.
Diggby writes the briefing.
A route, with its source.
Every route carries the page it came from and the date we checked it. No source, no route.
A $9M permit lands.
New commercial building, southeast industrial corridor. Disclosed value, work scope and address — on the books the day it's issued.
The firm behind it.
The applicant of record, ranked by every project they've pulled in two years. A named contact is added only when the firm's own records give one.
Doors open. A clock starts.
Completion-dated records start a clock most trades never track: two years since the doors opened.
It has turned two.
Two years after completion is when owners settle who services the equipment. Be the call they get that month, not the one after.
…and the next permit is already filed.
Every branch is a real permit on the record. Your trade, across the cities we cover.
…and 182 others in the last 30 days.
Every branch is a real business. Every night, the territory refreshes itself.