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Robert grinned. “Deal. Now, go relax. When you’re done, dinner will be ready then I plan on taking advantage of you all night or until those shadows in your eyes are completely gone.”
Will grinned. “Thank you.”
"You don't have to thank me." He wrapped his arm around Will as he approached. When their lips met, it was sweet and lusty, chasing away some of the pain filling Will's features. "We'll fix all of this, I promise."
Will gave a small nod. “I know you will.”
As Will headed up to his bathroom, Dio not far behind, Robert grabbed his phone and sent Benjamin a short text.
Agent Famosa: Positive ID. The man in the photo is Tristan Davis.
14
The next morning, Robert was back at his desk, determined to find the man with Tristan Davis as an alias. He fucked with the wrong person when he turned Will into a mark. The first thing Robert had done when he walked into the office, was put Tristan's photo into NCIC for a positive identification. Then he went through Da Vinci's employee records. Each one had a photograph, except one. The name on the file, Gary Truesdale. Probably another alias, but Robert wouldn't know for sure until NCIC got back to him.
In the meantime, AJ and Scotty had been quick and very thorough in their investigation of the security sites. They’d been able to show in each instance of the robberies Da Vinci master codes had been used to deactivate the security systems. Since the codes used to enter the museums were the same as Master codes for each site, it meant all of the drivers shared a master key. However, it meant they were on the right track and all they had left to do was find the footprint or signature of the person who used the codes.
According to the email AJ left for him, the person who hacked the system was Justin Davis. She’d seen the signature before when she was younger. The guy according to her was a badass, a fiction character who trained people how to hack just about any system available. Even one of their team members, Bronx, knew the name. She attached several different coding sheets along with the email highlighting the person’s code name and where he’d slipped into the system to dump the information and recreate the system, so it appeared like no one had ever touched the system.
The complexity of the rewrite surprised Robert, but didn’t. If Justin was as proficient as AJ stated in the email, he’d do everything he could to keep from being caught.They always get sloppy.He figured, had it not been for Will or the fact AJ could dig around in the systems, they’d have never caught the guy. But, Justin was cocky too. The photo was the beginning of the end for him.
Benjamin strolled in as he read over the information AJ gave Robert and placed a familiar white and green cup of coffee on his desk. He was grateful for the boost of caffeine he’d get from drinking the hot brew, because today, he was going to need it. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t fuck with his partner in the process.
After taking a sip of the bitter brew, he addressed his partner. “You need to stop overpaying for something that costs less than a buck or two everywhere else.”
Benjamin leaned over his desk, reaching for the cup. “You don’t want it, I’ll drink the mother fucker.”
Robert smirked at him before picking up his cup and moving it out of reach of the other man. “Touch it and die.”
His partner chuckled. Robert took a couple more sips, swearing he could feel the caffeine kicking in as he brought Benjamin up to speed on their case.
Benjamin rubbed at his chin. “Jesus, the contingencies for finding this guy... If nothing would have lined up like it did, we’d never know who was behind the heist.”
Robert agreed. “The picture we got from the last hit is running through facial recognition now. I’m going over the data AJ sent along. She’s highlighted where Justin slipped in and out without detection along with his signature. We also have the records from Da Vinci for all the employees. All of them have photographs except one.”
“Tristan?”
Robert nodded, but the one without the picture had a name on the application and file. “Gary Truesdale, which we know is another alias.”
Benjamin’s gaze flickered to his watch and Robert knew he was thinking the same thing as he was. If they didn’t get a hit soon, they weren’t going to. “Maybe will get lucky.” Benjamin took a swallow of his coffee.
“Right, and maybe unicorns shit fruity flavored ice cream out their asses.” It could take hours for NCIC to find a match, especially since they didn’t have very many specifics to go on. If they stopped and loaded the name AJ gave them, it would start the process over again, causing hours of more waiting. It was time they didn’t have.
Benjamin chuckled. “It’s the waiting that kills us.”
“Truth,” he replied.
Robert hated the edgy energy coursing through him. He needed to burn off. Sitting here wasn’t helping a damn bit and since he couldn’t fuck it out of his system, he stood. “I’m going to go for a run.”
His partner waved his hand in the air, dismissing him. Having worked together for so long, they knew each other’s ticks. Robert made his way downstairs toward the gym the FBI set up for its agents. A couple of laps around the track would help him burn off all the excess angst he could feel pulsing through his body. He also knew from previous cases, when he focused on nothing, his brain worked in the background. Often times, he could recall the minutest of details he just didn’t see when his concentration was on the case. Showers were great for the same thing, but, well, his showers lately consisted of him and Will, leaving no room to think.
Twenty minutes later he'd already pounded out five miles. Sweat covered his body as the music flowed through his ears. Movement by the door caught his attention. Benjamin stood there, a wicked grin on his face. Robert jogged away from the track and joined his partner, pulling his earbuds out as he went.
“You’re not even out of breath,” Benjamin remarked. “You freak.”
Robert smiled. Benjamin had a lot of room to talk. If he’d gone on the run and not Robert, he wouldn’t be out of breath either. “It’s called pacing and staying in shape.” Robert used the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe his forehead. “Is there a reason you’re down here?”
“We just got a hit on facial recognition.” His partner held out the paper he was holding.
