“They’re doin’ Ava and Luke tomorrow,” Brody continued with excitement.
“Brody, shut the f**k up about the paper and focus. The link,” Lee had lost his patience and now his voice was not only firm but low and vaguely threatening.
Brody clamped his mouth shut and stared at Lee in confusion for a beat.
Then he said, “Oh, yeah. Right. Sure, I found it. I got the link.”
Brody stopped talking and al three men stared at him.
“Wel ?” Lee asked, now crossing his arms on his chest.
“It wasn’t that deep but I had to cal Kim in on it,” Brody started.
Kim was another employee of Lee’s who worked the computers. She ran searches mostly but also did some phone investigation.
Brody kept going. “See, The People’s Bank is owned by Canault Limited. Canault Limited is owned by SunPower.
SunPower is owned by –”
“Cut to it,” Lee interrupted Brody, having, from experience, learned how to deal with Brody’s exuberance but never having learned to have patience with it.
“APM Holdings!” Brody finished on a shout, the room went hostile and that hostility was coming entirely from Mace.
Everyone in the room knew that Preston Mason was the man behind the multi-national, multi-bil ion-dol ar APM
Holdings.
“What the f**k?” Mace asked, his voice low and unhappy, his eyes on Lee.
Hank knew that, after Stel a was kidnapped by Mace’s dad, Lee had ordered both Brody and Vance to look into it.
Brody could find a computer trail, amongst other things.
Vance could find everything else. Lee was protective of his team and seeing as Preston Mason could pose a significant threat and had made a move, Lee wasn’t taking any chances.
What Hank hadn’t known, until now, was that Lee hadn’t shared this with Mace.
Lee ignored Mace, eyes stil on Brody, he prompted,
“Let’s go back, Brody, this al means…”
Brody blinked then said, “Oh yeah. The People’s Bank owns Travis and Sherry Gunn’s mortgage.”
“Stel a’s parents,” Lee guessed and the hostility in the room increased.
Mace’s calm and relaxed posture started to disintegrate.
He hadn’t moved but his entire body had become visibly tight.
“Yeah,” Brody confirmed.
“Explain,” Mace growled at Brody and Brody’s eyes moved to Mace. With one look at Mace, Brody’s face lost even more color.
“Wel , they’re behind on their mortgage, like, seven months behind. The bank has already sent foreclosure notices.”
Any trace of calm and relaxed was history. Mace unhooked his ankle from his knee, sat forward and put his elbows to his knees, body leaning toward Brody.
Brody took this in and swal owed but pressed on, “It gets weirder.”