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I bite my tongue. I really don’t want to get into an argument with one of Leanne’s daughter’s mates just because I’m in my least sociable mood today.
I search for my date, and only one name comes up.
“Anything?” I ask.
“Nope … Oh, wait. You said British date format, right? Give me a second.”
He tries again and nods. “Bingo. Trent Quincy. The casino billionaire.”
“I’ve got the same name right here.”
“Awesome. So, now do we go find Trent Quincy?”
“Now we write that name next to the entry and look at the next one.”
“Man, this detective stuff looks so much cooler in the movies.”
“Everything looks cooler in movies.”
He nods. “True.”
The rest of the work goes faster and smoother, and we end up with a name next to every entry, including matching names for the ribbon colors that are the same.
“Done,” Ryan says, finishing writing the last name down. “What now?”
“Now, E.A. gets to take a look at this list. Echo’s been working on the victim list with Leanne.”
“But now, what do we do?” he asks, clearly not keen to sit around waiting.
“We could check these guys bank accounts, I guess.”
“That’s vaguely cool,” Ryan admits. “You’re going to hack them?”
“Just to check if they withdrew a large sum of money around the date we have.”
“You’re thinking they would have paid him cash?”
“Everything he does is virtually untraceable. We’re trying to make enough links here that it doesn’t matter.”
We get started, and it’s not long before I’m writing down amounts that are identical.
There are a few different totals, but they’re all used consistently.
“People shouldn’t have so much money that they can buy other people,” Ryan utters.
“I’m not going to argue with that,” I tell him.
“Hopefully when we put this with the victim list the different amounts start to make sense.”
“I’m guessing the high totals are Omegas,” Ryan says. “This guy doesn’t just deal in Omegas, though.”
“What have you heard?” I ask, wondering if it’s any worse than what the rest of us have.
“I’ve heard he has an ordering system. His clients can pick different stuff. I don’t know what, and I don’t want to know. He’s a fucking creep, and I would go shoot him in the head if I knew where he was.”
I get up and he does the same.
When I walk into the main room, Echo’s passing E.A. the list.
