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“And a Russian bride,” she drawled, starting to take a sip from her coffee before, eyes lighting up, she paused when I handed her a pack of Jelly Bellys.
“I couldn’t even find a payment for her in his accounts. I’m telling you someone bought his ID and used it as a front.”
Halfway through opening the bag of candy, she rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I was fixated on that story yesterday, but it’s a waste of time.”
Knowing she wanted me to drop it and seeing her abandon the treat out of nerves, I obeyed… in a sense. “After what Eoghan said about there being a total wipeout from the accident, I went digging.”
“For?”
“Insurance logs.”
“Interesting.” Her gaze drifted to my throat where her hickey peeked back at her. “Why?”
Fuck, I loved that possessive look.
“Because people always file for insurance after a pile-up. Unless the agent killed everyone involved, which is possible, don’t get me wrong, someone was bound to claim medical care.”
“So you’ve been swiping through years’ worth of health insurance claims in the Cincinnati area?” She pulled a face. “I need to start paying you.”
I had to laugh. “Yeah, it’s been pretty torturous.”
“Sounds like it.”
“I started with ambulance call-outs then narrowed it down to walk-ins to the ER department.”
“Why?”
“Because the ambulance call-outs’ source ran dry but also because, if this is a whack job conspiracy, maybe the person who needed an ambulance to get to a hospital could have ‘died’ en route.”
“I felt like Eoghan was saying there was one person on the job.”
“He did. But does that seem likely for a mission of this scale? Plus, he’s known for being a sniper. Would you send a sniper in to start a car crash?” I hitched a shoulder. “I’m not a spy so I don’t know, but I’d assume that people have talents and these kinds of divisions have teams to fulfill certain tasks.”
“Logical assumption.” She took a sip of coffee. “Operation: Snake may have a different method.”
I laughed. “That’s a less grandiose title.”
She just toasted me with her mug. “Okay, so you’ve come to me about this while I’m assimilating keywords for a reason, I’m guessing? And not just because you want a wage increase from unpaid data analyst to paid hacker?”
Snorting, I informed her, “I want a better job title than that. And a corner office with windows.”
She hid her grin behind her mug of coffee. “Technically, you have an office with a view.”
I looked straight at her. “You’re right. I do.” When she blushed, I smirked, pleased with the reaction which I promptly ignored to reason, “Anyway, as I was saying, it took a lot of digging and my code outdid itself as I’m sure will come as no surprise.” Her eye roll told me I was reaching. “But I found one patient on the twenty-fourth of February who walked into an ER in Cincinnati, complaining of a fractured wrist after being involved in a vehicular incident in New Cloverfield.”
“And?”
“That vehicular incident was never recordedanywhere.”
“So the medical insurance never paid out?”
“Nope. Remember I said my code outdid itself? I had it trawl through fucking claims all night too. Honestly, the code deserves the office with a window and not me.”
“You think that’s the crash in question?”
I shrugged. “Not sure. But it’s funky, isn’t it?”
“Not really. Lots of things could be filed under ‘vehicular incident.’”
