Goldie nodded slowly.“Or someone had access they never should have had.”
That was the problem with the Ledger.Every time we thought we found one answer, it showed us another locked door.
Hodge cracked his knuckles.“I’m starting to hate this guy.”
“You and me both,” Swift muttered.
Podge clicked to a photo.
A man appeared on the screen.Dark hair.Narrow face.Expensive glasses.He wore a suit in the picture, but he didn’t look like a man who belonged in one.He looked like a man trying to dress up something rotten.
Goldie inhaled sharply.
I looked at her.“You know him?”
She stared at the screen.“I’ve seen him.”
Twister leaned forward.“Where?”
She shook her head once, like she was trying to clear it.“Not directly.Not a meeting, I don’t think.”She pointed at the picture.“I saw him at City Hall.Maybe twice.He was always with someone else.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”Her frustration showed in the pinch between her brows.“That’s what bothers me.I remember faces.I remember people who shouldn’t be in certain places.But he was never introduced.Never there officially.He was just...around.”
Swift’s jaw tightened.“Ghost with a visitor badge.”
“Something like that,” she said.
Podge turned the laptop back toward himself.“No current visitor logs available from City Hall unless we get access.”
Goldie gave him a look.
He blinked.“What?”
“You say that like you might get access.”
He adjusted his glasses.“I said unless.”
Hodge snorted.“Smart answer.”
Twister ignored them.“Address.”
Podge slid a printed page across the table.
Twister picked it up, and I watched his eyes move over the page once.Then again.When he looked up, the decision had already been made.“We’re done waiting.”
The words settled over the room.
Twister folded the paper and tucked it into his cut.“We sit here; they make moves.They break into Goldie’s apartment.They leave notes in our mailbox.They hide behind old papers and fake companies.They take shots at us when it suits them.”His gaze moved around the table.“Not anymore.”
Hodge smiled slowly.“About damn time.”
Swift nodded once.“When?”
“Now.”
Magnum pushed back from the table.“Who’s going?”
