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“So, if we link Aguilar to a few of these murders, we can send him to prison?”
“Since Sherman’s dead, I doubt it.” Harris didn’t sound nearly as crestfallen as Cassie felt. “It’s likely he was the only one who had the master key. And it’s possible he didn’t even write that down. Look here.” She pointed to the corner of the spreadsheet. “Each assassin has their own codename. This one is Zephyr.”
“That’s two for two on Greek names.”
“I’m not sure that’s a pattern,” Harris said. “It’s going to be as random and difficult as possible. I bet this guy’s real name isn’t written down anywhere. It’s just a way to remember who’s who for the sake of accounting.”
Cassie sat up. “What about the wife? Rose, I mean. Could she know anything? Have the master key?”
“It’s possible. We need to figure out where she is. That’s a lot harder to do this far from Savannah, though.”
“Jason’s working on it.” When Cassie saw Harris’s eyebrows lift in question, she hurried on. “He knows people, and he knows how to be discreet. He might find a lead.”
Harris turned back to the computer. “Well, until then, this is what we have to work with.”
“Where did you get the address?”
Harris closed the spreadsheet and returned to the folder labeled Caine. She clicked on another spreadsheet simply labeled X. “It’s full of addresses. Dozens of them.” Harris scrolled and stopped on one. “Each one has letters next to it. This one had a Z. I put two and two together.”
“As in, Zephyr might be the one to frequent the location?”
“Exactly.”
Harris looked proud, but Cassie was doubtful. That was a lot of jumps to make about so
mething they still knew little about. Sure, it all made sense, but proving this in a court of law? That’d be impossible without further evidence.
“Okay.” Cassie rubbed a finger against her temple. “Let’s say this all makes sense. Where do we go from there?”
“The other locations are either in California or New York. Chicago was the closest, which is why I chose that one, and I don’t think we’re done here yet.”
“I realize I don’t need to explain the law to you,” Cassie said, as gently as she could, “but if we’re crossing state borders, we should turn this over to the FBI.” Her mind flickered to Agent Viotto. Charlotte felt like a lifetime ago, but she still had his number. He would help Cassie, she was sure of it. “They have a lot more manpower than we do.”
“This is personal.” Harris caught Cassie’s concerned look and threw up a pair of hands. “Look, you’re right. It’s stupid to dig into this on our own. But something doesn’t sit right with me, and I want to know what’s going on before it’s all taken away from me. The FBI isn’t going to care about why David didn’t tell me he was meeting the witness on his own. I’ll never know the answer if I don’t do this myself.”
“What if we’re wasting time?” Cassie’s voice shook, and it took all her will to get it under control. “What if David’s killer gets away because we kept this all to ourselves?”
“I won’t let that happen.”
“You don’t have control over that.”
Harris took a deep breath. “You’re right. I don’t. Look, let’s make a deal, okay? Let’s follow through on a couple of these leads. If we keep hitting dead ends, we stop bashing our skulls against the wall and hand this over to someone who can do something about it.”
“And if we do actually find something? You and I can’t take down Aguilar on our own.”
“If we find something, we hand it over to Clementine.”
“Deal,” Cassie relented. “What’s next?”
Harris closed out of the addresses and backed out of the Caine folder. “Pick another one.”
“Really? Just like that?”
“Why not? We’ve got nothing to lose.”
Cassie skimmed the folders. A few went together, like Caine and Mary. And there was the one labeled Hermes that could’ve gone with Zephyr. Then there were plain ones like Blue. “That one.” Cassie pointed to it.
Harris double-clicked on the folder. “All right, just a single spreadsheet in here. Looks like each section has an ID number. Then dates and rows of amounts.”
