approached the board. “Do we have any real intel on the daughter? Other than her reputation?”
“No,” Adam shook his head.
“And why her?” she pressed.
“If Keogh is involved, he is just the kind of man she would go for. Older, distinguished, rich, and a man who likes to have a good time.”
Dani studied the board, examining the faces. Wondering who, if any, might be illegally shipping weapons into the United States.
“Drew?” she said, turning for confirmation that they should follow up on the newest Smythe to enter the equation. He nodded.
Dani stood and spoke as she collected the photos. “Let's take a closer look at the daughter, Adam. See what you can find. And let's keeping digging on Keogh.”
Chapter 7
AFTER LEAVING PETE'S PLACE, Ty headed back to the station, thinking about what Jay had told him. If there were two levels of security, was there a third or a fourth? Chances were, two levels were probably it. There weren't that many firms in the US that worked with underwater security systems. Of course, that assumed Getz hired local, and Ty wasn't about to make that assumption.
He tried to finish up some lingering paperwork, but his head was focused on what advantage Jay's information might give him. And when it arrived, it made for interesting reading. By the time he scrolled through the email, he knew all the benefits of the system and all the potential pitfalls—pitfalls intended to be covered by other, equally expensive systems.
Ty leaned back in his chair and absorbed what he'd read. He knew what the Hunley protected and what it didn't, but he didn't know if there was a way around it, a way to get through it. No doubt Getz's secondary set up would cover the holes the Hunley left open, creating the semblance of an impenetrable wall. So, working on the assumption that the holes would be plugged, the only way through would be to find some weakness in the system itself, some way to get around it.
Ty picked up the phone and dialed. “Cam,” he said when the line picked up.
“Ty,” a voice answered. “How's my baby brother?”
“Ready for a little one-on-one,” Ty smiled as he answered.
“My computer or yours?” his brother shot back. Cameron was three years older, but about half a foot shorter and whole lot lighter. He'd made a bundle in a computer start-up that went big, and then quit because he got bored. Cam was a genius with no talent for anything more physical than rapid-fire keyboarding. On the other hand, he could hack a computer like nobody's business. Legally, of course. Companies hired him to find the faults in their software and billionaires hired him to test entire systems. And his brother was going to tap him for information.
“What's up?” Cam asked.
“I need some information and I was hoping you might be able to help me out? Are you familiar with an underwater security system called the Hunley?”
“I live in the Northwest which is nothing but water and billionaires.” Ty could imagine Cam's eyes roll. “Yes, I'm familiar with the product.”
“Exactly what I was counting on, old man,” Ty grinned, knowing the name-calling would goad his brother. “I'm looking for a weakness.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Ty knew his brother was obsessive about the confidentiality of his findings—as was everyone who worked for him. The only people entitled to know were the people who paid to know. And the people who paid to know went through an extensive background check to ensure the information they were asking for was being requested in good faith.
“Are you asking in an official capacity?”
“I don't have a warrant for the information, but yes, it is for a case. I can't say more than that.” Ty understood his brother's hesitation, and wouldn't hold it against him if he decided not to share the information, but he had to ask anyway.
“A drug case?” his brother pushed.
“Seeing as I work for vice, that's a pretty good assumption.”
“But there's more isn't there?” Cam asked, knowing the answer.
Ty wasn't at all surprised at the question. He had been with vice for six years, and this was the first time he'd ever asked his brother for information.
“Yes.” Ty knew he didn't need to say more. Cam would sort through the scary maze that was his brain, start making connections, and figure that if Ty was asking for help, the case had to pose a substantial risk.