Page 30 of Freeing Lark

Baker’s expression changed. “That’s never good.”

“Grant Calloway.”

Baker leaned back. “Interesting.”

“You know him?”

“Not personally. PSG, right?”

“Yes.”

Haley crossed her arms. “I already pulled the corporate filings.”

Baker smiled. “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

She glared. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.” Baker chuckled.

“Those two bicker like father and daughter,” Eggs mumbled.

Baker ignored the dig as his fingers began moving across his keyboard. Hoot watched the information populate. No surprise that Grant Calloway was former military turned security consultant and executive at Praetorian Strategic Group. What was surprising were the charitable foundations he was involved in. Aside from that, the government contracts he took on, and the international security operations he’d run, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was almost too clean.

Baker frowned. “That’s odd.”

“What?” Flint asked.

“He’s boring.”

Voodoo raised an eyebrow. “That’s bad?”

“For someone with this much access? Yeah.” Baker clicked through another screen. “His public record is immaculate.”

“Financials?”

“Clean.”

“Travel?”

“Mostly documented.”

“Mostly?”

Baker’s fingers stopped. “There’s a six-month gap.”

“When?”

“Eight years ago.”

Hoot leaned forward. Right around the same time as the mission where they’d lost Bullet.

“Where?”

“Overseas. Three countries, technically. Afghanistan. Pakistan. Jordan.”

The room went quiet. Hoot felt the familiar prickling along his spine. The same sensation he’d had before missions. The feeling that something was wrong. Something he couldn’t yet see.