Jane felt a niggle at the back of her mind as she studied the image, blurred as it was. Something she should know. “Casimir Bednarek. He’s a few years younger than his cousin. His birth record states he’s thirty-six, I believe. Other than that, we have nothing except that he’s from a small town in Poland. We believe he’s the Rook.”
“August Kaminski’s bestie. Or ex-bestie, if you believe they’re squabbling.” Grimshaw studied her. “We believe they’re squabbling?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. You’re going to put all this in a report so I can shoot it to ASAC Haversham, correct?”
“Yes, ma’am. I just need to grab a few more details to make sense of it all.” Casimir. Bednarek. What was she missing? She pulled the image of Victor to her, studying his face, his build. “They’re not Russian but Polish.”
Grimshaw nodded.
“Okay.” Jane’s mind was whirring. She’d noticed something. She just didn’t know what. “I have to get back to work.”
“Go. I’m done with you.” Grimshaw sighed at the stack of files on her desk. “Send Sullivan in, would you?”
Jane nodded as she left and told Jenn to get her butt in the boss’s office.
“Real nice, Cannon. See if I invite you to coffee this weekend.” Jenn stalked to the boss’s office.
Jane gave her scant attention, her mind buzzing.
Nothing connected, so she lost herself in the files she’d been going through, still waiting on IT to figure out why she couldn’t read what TS Cooper had sent her.
When her own tactical specialist called her about a hit on Stephen Harte’s social media, Jane asked, “Do you know what floor TS Cooper is on?”
“Cooper? I don’t know him.”
Jane wondered. “Before we were working together, did you know my name, Teri?”
“Not to burst your bubble, but no. Heck, I don’t know half the people in this building unless they request my assistance or I’m working with them on a case.”
“I figured.”
“Do you want me to find TS Cooper for you?”
“If you wouldn’t mind. I want to talk to him. I’d have called him, but I can’t read his email at all, and I can’t find him in the directory.”
“Well, if he’s new, he might not be in it.”
“I don’t know anything about him.”Other than that he knew my name.
And that bothered her.
“I’ll get you his info.”
“Thanks, Teri.” Jane hung up.
Since the time neared lunch, she finally gave in to the impulse to check on Matthew. Calls to his office went unanswered, so she decided on an in-person visit to said office.
She met with his support staff. The young man let her know the ASAC was taking some personal time.
“When’s the last time you saw him?” she asked.
“Last Friday, I think. I wasn’t in on Monday, though. Nadia told me he called in to let her know he would be out of the office making rounds to the RAs.”
“Right.” But when Jane called Grace, she learned Matthew hadn’t been to Poulsbo. She called a few other RAs. Matthew hadn’t been to any of them.
Was he hiding out for some reason?
