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“Well, fuck me,” said Tamela Sparks, one half of our logistics crew.
I glanced at the computer window. They were all looking at the screen mounted on the IT room wall.
Worry crept up my spine. “What is it?”
“Alder just pulled up a picture of your new friend,” Kessler said.
“I dislike him less now,” Li said. “Just a little.”
“I’d like to bring him in safe, too,” said Martin Penn, the other half of the logistics crew. He sighed. “Unfortunately, my husband doesn’t allow threesomes.”
This was the team I loved and missed. Cracking jokes and making inappropriate conversation, all while being the best at what they do. I laughed, then choked back a sob.
TJ leaned in close to the camera. “You okay, Samantha?”
“Yeah, just glad to see the faces of all of you misfits,” I answered.
“Hang tight,” TJ said. “We’re going to bring you home soon.”
While Jensen and Alder furiously typed away at their computers—him to locate me, her to flesh out Evan’s teammates’ backgrounds—I poked around on Evan’s computer. Jensen’s decrypting program was quickly exposing hidden folders and files. I clicked through them as fast as I could, scanning their names and a few lines of content in each before closing it again.
“Jensen, will all of these disappear if I close the laptop?” I asked.
“In case you get interrupted? Yeah, close it until it latches, and it will look like you never touched it,” he said. “But leave my tracker on there so we can keep working on your location.”
I smiled. “Genius.”
“Don’t encourage him,” Alder said.
“You should all encourage me because I should have Bond’s location soon,” Jensen said. “And as soon as we get you back here,” he told me, “I’m going to make a special drink in your honor.”
Jensen’s bartending skills were as terrible as his computer skills were amazing. The rest of the team chattered away in the room. They were all used to working that way, with communication devices inside their ears relaying team discussions while we carried out our missions. I tuned them out but didn’t ask them to stop. It gave them an outlet for the nervous energy so they’d be able to focus when they most needed it. Besides, it was comforting to hear all their voices.
I clicked on the folder that Jensen’s program had just uncovered and was surprised to find a digital cover page of a Chicago PD arrest report. The rest of the file was missing. “Alder, have you found anything about Evan being arrested?”
“No,” she said.
I glanced at the computer window that showed my team gathered in the IT room. Alder was frowning. “What is it?”
“There is an arrest report, though,” she said. “This is interesting.”
“Samantha,” TJ said, “I’ll summarize this for you while Alder tracks down more information.”
I heard movement in the hallway. “TJ,” I whispered, “I might have to go in a hurry.”
“Okay,” he said, “but—”
Evan’s footsteps stopped outside the office door. I snapped the computer lid closed, cutting off contact with my team.
