her. She uses her app on her phone, the same phone she uses to check her email. She dumped her cell phone in the stairwell according to Ignacio who went to scope out her place, but I’m able to access nearly everything she did on it. Her cache has been cleared, but most people would be surprised with the amount of information stored in those things.”
“Still waiting,” Flynn grumbles.
I slide the cup of coffee in his direction because it seems like he needs it more than me.
“I accessed her email.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Stephen Jones, the guy breaking into her apartment is an FBI agent.” Flynn freezes. “He hired Whitney to dig up some dirt on William Theold.”
“The Assistant Director of FBI Human Resources?”
“The very same.” I turn back to my computer and hit a couple keys, bringing up a load of personal dirt on Theold.
“It’s not uncommon for outside resources to be used to obtain information,” Flynn acknowledges out loud.
“True,” I agree. “But William Theold is living two lives, with two women and two separate families.”
“How does that information lead Jones to kicking in her door?”
“Seems Jones and Theold have the same taste in women. At first, I thought Whitney discovered the connection between the two men and Jones went to confront her.”
“It’s not her fault the woman was seeing two different men.”
“True, but digging deeper, I found that Whitney also discovered Jones is nothing short of a crime boss using the FBI as cover to make backroom deals and run an illegal empire.”
“That’ll do it.”
“He was there to kill her, Flynn.” His eyes grow dark, and I’m at least grateful he’s no longer holding back because he thinks she’s a criminal. “She discovered the things he was trying his best to keep secret, and he went after her. She’s a loose end and possibly the very person that can bring him down completely. He won’t stop until she’s no longer a threat.”
“Is that all?”
“Isn’t it enough?” I roar, ready to push him against the wall, uncaring that he has thirty pounds of muscle and years of combat training on me.
“Calm down, Wren. Is there more ammunition against him?”
I take a calming breath, but it’ll be days until my pulse evens out. Honestly, it won’t go back to normal until I have Whitney safe in my arms.
“I have years of records. The idiot kept everything digital, but my guess is he’s so narcissistic he never thought he’d get caught. He covered his tracks decently, but he’s no match for me.”
Flynn nods, understanding that I’m not bragging about my skills this time. It’s simply the truth.
“Did you find any other players connected to the FBI?”
“Not yet.”
“I can’t move forward with my contacts until I know who’s involved.”
“I know,” I answer, turning to my computer and opening several more windows. “I’m working on it.”
“Keep me updated.”
Just as he’s about to walk out of the room, a ping echoes around the room. I abandon my latest search to track Whitney.
“What are you doing?”
“I just got a hit on her bank.” My fingers fly, pulling up the information I need. “She’s at the bank on Delmar.”
“We don’t have anyone even close to that area,” he says with a sigh. “She’ll be gone before we can get to her. We can call and have security hold her.”
“So Jones can show up with his FBI badge and take her away? I won’t risk it. I can track her from here.”
“Do I even want to know?”
“You should probably leave the room so you have plausible deniability.”
He must sense I’m not joking because a few seconds later, my office door snaps shut with him on the other side.
Tapping into the security cameras, I find my frightened girl in the middle of the lobby. Her foot taps nervously as she waits her turn in line. Her transaction at the counter doesn’t take long, but after the woman hands her a stack of cash that she unceremoniously shoves into her gym bag, she waits to the side until a man walks up to her. I follow her on the feed through the bank until she enters the vault. Without hesitation, she opens a safe deposit box and upends the entire thing into her bag before I can even register what she had inside. A few minutes later, she’s walking outside and grabbing a cab. My access to the city cameras follows her all the way through town, and she ends up once again at the airport. She did this very