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“Anything?” Killian asked.
Jet sat back in her chair. “Markus Weber is thirty-three years old, a wealthy businessman. Owner of Weber Investments. From what I can tell, the company does a little bit of everything. Real estate, insurance, investment, banking. He owns a multimillion-dollar estate in Geneva, on the lake.”
Jet turned her computer screen. There was a standard head shot of a smiling Weber. He didn’t look like an evil arms dealer.
“He look familiar?” Cain asked Killian and Devyn.
They both shook their heads.
Devyn crossed her arms. “He can’t have popped up from nowhere and just be brokering huge arms deals.”
Jet tapped her keyboard. The next image showed a large, historic house set on huge grounds. Lake Geneva, also known locally as LacLéman, sat in the background.
“Vivante Estate is in Vandoeuvres,” Jet continued.
“Ah, the rich end of town.” Devyn leaned against the table. “Houses on the lake cost a pretty penny.”
“Yeah, well, Weber’s place is ten acres.”
Cain whistled.
Jet nodded. “Other than that, nothing. I can’t find where he went to school or grew up.”
Killian frowned. “Markus Weber must be an alias.”
“He popped up ten years back,” Jet said. “His business appears legitimate. No red flags.”
“No, but something doesn’t smell right,” Devyn said. “Facial recognition?”
Jet shrugged again. “A big, fat nothing.”
Cain frowned. Weber was good. He’d buried his past and scrubbed any images of himself.
“I have the jet prepped,” Killian said. “It’s a short flight to Geneva.”
Cain crossed his arms. “I don’t like the idea of going in without knowing who this guy is.”
Jet rose. “Wehaveto go. We have to hand off the chip and find what we can, then take him down.”
Cain scowled. “I don’t like it.”
“There’s too much at stake,” she said. “The swarm drone technology can’t fall into the wrong hands.”
“I know that.”
“It’s worth the risk.”
“I disagree,” he said.
Cain sensed Devyn watching him. Yeah, he was known to take risks. To do whatever was necessary to achieve the mission.
But Jet was too important.
“We’ll ask around about Weber,” Devyn said. “Someone must know something.”
“We can’t risk tipping him off,” Cain said.
Devyn rolled her eyes. “I’ve done this once or twice before, Shade.”
