“You said to focus on banks and transitional spaces that have lockers, so they’re listed at the top.”
“What are the highlighted ones?” AJ asked.
“Banks that changed their names in the last twenty-five years. I crossed off any businesses that fit the search perimeters but are no longer open.”
He did all that in one afternoon?I really had underestimated my cousins.
And I had to respect his work/home life boundaries, because he hadn’t mentioned a thing the night before.I could learn a thing or two from him. Only I didn’t have a family to go home to.
You could, if you tried harder.Having siblings wasn’t the same as having a wife, kids, and the white picket fence, but they were my family.
“Thank you for being so thorough. Any of them seem like a good place to start?” I asked.
“They’re listed in order, best matched at the top.”
“G, can we get a certified copy of the Singer’s death certificate?”
“On it.” He opened his SSI loaner laptop and started typing.
Humbling myself wasn’t something I did often, but if I had to do it, I was glad it was with people I trusted.
“Can G and I get an escort while traipsing from bank to bank?”
“You expecting a tail?”
“We already have one.”
So did they, or had he forgotten the guys that had followed Matt yesterday.
“Jay?” John asked.
“Matt and Nathan are on Nina and Mrs. Novak duty, so that leaves Cate and me.”
We needed Cate to keep working with her FBI contacts, so she was off the list.
“Boss,” AJ said, “I wrapped up my case and finished my paperwork.”There’s a story to that admission.“So I can be the second escort for Winchester and Gibson.”
“That works for me. Jay?”
“Works for me.” Jay turned to me. “When do you want us to be ready?”
“ASAP, the sooner we pick up the death certificate, the better.” And Dallas was ninety minutes away.
“They have it for us within the hour,” Ryan said after putting his phone down.
“Must be nice to have Uncle Sam’s authority,” Doug said. “Makes things faster and easier.”
“And legal,” I said. Doug’s hacking skills weren’t exactly a secret.
Doug laughed. “I admit nothing.”
“Jack, can you print out the list?” I asked, changing the subject.
He slid a folder across the desk.
“Thanks.” I should’ve known.
The contrast between the men and women I worked with at the CIA and the men and women of SSI grew with each passing day.
