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“His info any good?” Luke asked.
“That’s what we need to find out.” He looked at all of us in turn. “Charlie suspects it’s one of the cartels.”
“What do we know so far?”
“He says that he can give dates and times of shipments. The first one is happening in two days.” Tyson raised his brows to Luke, some kind of silent conversation taking place.
“What does he need us to do?” Kitty asked.
“Watch the trade take place, then report back.”
“I’ll scope the place and set up surveillance,” Kitty said.
“Yeah, take Luke with you. We work in teams for this one.” They both nodded.
They went on to talk about all of their active cases while I took notes. I found that I was pretty good at writing in shorthand, at least what I considered shorthand. Corey and I had invented a secret code as children, we swapped letters round and made new words.
It was a good way to send secret messages to each other, Corey had said that it was practice for when he was a spy. I used to laugh at that, thinking that we would have no way to use it. But the older we got, the more I found I had use for it.
Secret text messages were sent frequently; he even wrote to me a couple of times a year using it. It always made me laugh because it was never anything important. I found that using the code was much easier than writing every single word they said.
Kitty and Luke went straight out to scope the meeting point and I followed Tyson back into the office. He sat opposite the desk again so I sat in front of the computer and moved the mouse to bring the screen to light.
“You’ve got access to all of the files.” I looked up at him confused.
“What?”
“We all have our own system on the computer, I’m the only one who can access all of them and of course you can now as well.”
“Okay.”
“Every case report needs to have two copies.” He leaned forward in his chair. “One saved to whoever did the case and the other on the main system”
“What if it’s a joint case?” His lips lifted at the corners when I said that.
“We each get a report then.” I nodded. He pushed up out of his seat, moved round the desk and leaned
over me.
What was he doing? His aftershave wafted round me, musk and spice, I couldn’t help but breathe it in. I’d never smelt anything quite like it.
Car grease was all that I usually smelt on a man. Don’t get me wrong, there was something to be said about a man who smelt of car grease, just not when it was mixed with beer and all that came after that.
I flicked my eyes to Tyson, he held a yellow post it note out to me. Reaching up, I took it from him.
“User name and password,” he said.
“Oh, right. Okay.” I typed it in while with Tyson stood at my back. I shivered as his breath fanned across the back of my neck.
“Cold?”
“No.” I shook my head and moved the mouse over the screen, opened a blank file and reached across the desk for my notepad.
I decided that it was better for me to do it how I thought it would be best, rather than try to copy what had already been done. If Tyson didn’t like it then I could do it however he wanted.
“What’s that?”
“Huh?” His large hand gripped the end of the notepad and pulled. His brows furrowed as he read all of the secret code, I smiled to myself knowing that he would never be able to understand it.
