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I returned my attention to Seema, trying desperately to focus.
The fact we had to go through all of this bothered me. But I knew I needed proof or Audrey only deny it.
Then it would become her word against mine.
I didn’t have time for that.
When I confronted her, I wanted her to feel like a bug I was about to squash.
I wanted there to be no mistake about what was about to happen to her or who was doing it to her.
I wanted her to never have another peaceful night’s sleep again.
“Guys, the bug is transmitting.” Tex’s voice drew us back to what was happening.
“Where is she now?” I asked.
Tex’s face eased to the side of the screen and a map popped up. At the intersection of King and John, a red dot flashed.
“What’s there?” Tex asked.
“A bunch of restaurants.” I thought about the location. “Walking distance to the Rogers Center and CN Tower—a bunch of things.”
“There’s also a sketchy motel behind the large hotel at the intersection.” Seema pointed out. “If she’s not meeting someone at one of the restaurants, then she’s going to some place where she can meet up with someone—”
Before I could ask how she knew about the sketchy motel, the dot went steady in the area Seema had just spoken about.
“Rupert is dead.” I thought about it all. “The only other person she could be meeting would be someone from The Tide—”
“Or she could be living there,” Tex said.
The map grew smaller and another screen popped up under it.
“Her credit cards are maxed out.” Seema read. “Two of her houses have been foreclosed on but the one in Vietnam is still hers but under a corporation.”
“It’s a shell.” Tex explained. “Since corporations are considered people—”
“She can create it, use it to move money and property but doesn’t really do business under it.” I explained.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!” Tex pointed toward me. “So, technically, it’s a business asset.
“Her savings account is dry.” Seema continued going through the information. “She’s flat broke—like fully broke.”
“You mean she could possibly be living at this place?” I leaned forward.
“Yeah—I can’t find a register, which mean the hotel doesn’t have a computerized system.” Tex pouted. “So, I can’t check how she’s paying.”
“She’s probably using cash.” Seema muttered. “There hasn’t been space on her credit cards in almost six months. So, she’s not using one of those.”
I leaned back in my seat.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Now, we listen in on her talks and hope she doesn’t change her—” Tex paused.
The map disappeared and video footage popped up in its place.
“That car looks familiar.” Tex spoke.
