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“Whatever. Shit happens. The point is, I also think I found more information about Brinley’s mom.”
I blink, once, then cock a brow to hurry him along. Not that he can see me, not with his eyes permanently glued to that screen, at least.
“You think or you know?” Damon asks.
“I know I found more,” Taylor answers after a few more clicks of his keys.
Slamming one fingertip against a key like a technological touchdown, he spins the computer around for us to see.
“Her driver’s license didn’t match up for seven months after she bought her first house in Georgia. There’s another Georgia address listed. So I did more digging and found that her first Georgia license was issued one year before she bought the house. This must be where she lived when she first moved down.”
Looking from him to the screen, I cross the room to take a closer look. A map of Georgia is displayed, a single red pin stuck in the middle of a small suburb.
“There,” he says, tapping his finger a little too hard against that pin. “I can’t find any record of her being there, but that’s the address, and as far as I can tell, the house was rented out for a few years before it was eventually sold to a local company owned by Margorie and Grant Freeman. The company no longer exists per licensing and business records, yet the tax records for the house still list the company.”
“What kind of company?”
If it’s textiles, I’ll lose my shit. Especially after discovering that’s how Scott flew down. What the connection is there, I have no clue, but that’s an issue to worry about later.
“As far as I can tell, it was retail. Guns, ammunition, hunting supplies. Crap like that.”
Guns.
Fucking perfect.
Hopefully, whatever hadn’t sold when they closed the business isn’t currently stored in that house.
“So how far is it from us?”
Taylor grins. “Thirty minutes.”
I drive faster than the posted speed limit and never expect a trip to take as long as the GPS says.
“We’ll make it in ten. Let’s go.”
Ezra and Damon push to their feet to follow me without question. It’s Taylor who stops us in place.
“Shouldn’t we tell Tanner and everybody else about this? Come up with a game plan?”
Patience and time are seriously lacking in my world right now. I don’t have either for game plans. I don’t need Tanner’s opinion. And any marching orders he could give me would be immediately ignored and dismissed.
This is my fight.
My war.
It’ll be fought with the methods I choose without regard for what anyone thinks.
Tanner can keep his damn box of tricks that he normally uses. I’m breaking down the walls to think outside of the box like usual.
“You’re either in the car with us or tied up in one of the rooms here for however long it takes us to get back. Your choice.”
When we peel out of the parking lot, Taylor and his computer are tucked in the back seat next to Ezra, with Damon riding shotgun.
We arrive at the house in seven minutes. It’s a new personal record.
Parking up the road next to the curb, I kill the lights and shut off the engine.
Damon shifts in his seat to glance at me first, then back at Ezra and Taylor. “So what’s the plan?”
