Wow. That was a good idea.
That would also probably ping on some Federal Bureau of Investigation Super Nerd Computer in the basement of some federal building.
“Trace,” I tried again.
“No, of course we’re not going to do anything stupid,” she lied through her teeth.
I closed my eyes then quickly opened them and turned off Speer heading to 15th.
“Okay, if you don’t want to help, don’t help. But if something happens to Hawk and Gwen gains seventy pounds by going on a diet of pure cookie dough, don’t come to Nordstrom’s and expect to use my employee discount!” she snapped then flipped her phone closed and stated, “He’ll run the searches. He likes Armani suits.”
“I can’t believe you did that, Trace, he could get into trouble.”
“Well, sure, but Hawk could also get dead.”
This was true.
I whimpered.
Tracy’s voice got soft. “It’s going to be okay, babe.”
I pressed my lips together and turned on 15th.
* * * * *
My phone rang when we were on the sidewalk; I saw it said Tack Calling so I looked at Tracy.
“Can you get us coffees? I have to take this.”
She looked at my phone then at me then she nodded and headed toward The Market on Larimer.
I flipped the phone open and put it to my ear.
“Tack.”
“Peaches, how long they give you?” he asked.
“They didn’t,” I answered.
There was silence then, “All right, babe, there’s bad news and that’s all I got.”
My heart squeezed so I squeezed my eyes shut too to try to block out the pain.
“What’s the bad news?” I whispered.
“We went in soft to every place we know Roarke works dirty. We got nothin’. We’re outta leads.”
Shit!
I opened my eyes. “I know someone who’s a mortgage broker. He’s checking databases now. If he gets anything you haven’t got, can I feed it to you?”
“Don’t wait, babe, get his ass on it and call me.”
“Thanks,” I whispered.
“Later,” he replied then hung up.
I looked down the street where Tracy had disappeared.