Wrong Place, Right Time - Elle Casey Page 0,104
back to being nervous again. Will I ever feel comfortable here?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
May gives me a gentle shove on the back. “Hurry up. I don’t want to be late.”
I walk in and nod at Lucky from across the room. He gestures at the empty seat next to him. There’s also an extra seat next to Dev, whose back is to us, but I’m not brave enough to take that one. I head over to the other side of the table to sit next to my partner in crime, fellow computer-cloner Lucky. As I take my seat, Dev looks up at me and smiles, his warm gaze soothing my nerves in an instant.
Ozzie speaks and all the voices quiet down to listen. “Looks like everybody’s here now, so we can get started.”
I surreptitiously check my watch, making sure I’m not late. I’m relieved to see that it’s exactly eleven-thirty.
“I’d like to begin with Blue Marine.” Ozzie looks at Lucky and me.
Thankfully, Lucky takes the lead. “As you all know, Jenny and I headed over to Blue Marine Wednesday night and cloned all their computers and got access to their server. I’ve analyzed some of the data that we found, but I’m pretty sure Jenny has more detail for you.” He swivels his chair to face mine.
I try to sound normal when I respond, but I have to clear my throat twice to get my voice to work properly, my first two attempts at speaking sounding more frog than human.
“Yes, so, as Lucky said, we did some work on Wednesday night. We had a schematic of the office and the various computer systems that were in place, and cloned everything. I spent quite a bit of time on the cloned systems to see what I could find, and there was one station in particular that caught my attention.”
I reach into my file folder and pull out the report that I typed up, embarrassed that I only have three copies. I hand one to Lucky and the other to Ozzie, using the third one as a reference for myself. “I’m sorry I didn’t make copies for everyone.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Thibault says. “Just give us the highlights. We can look over a more detailed report later if we need to.”
Thank God for Thibault. He has a special knack for making me feel more relaxed. I can’t even look at Dev right now, though; I’ll probably forget how to speak English if I see that dimple.
“Okay. So, like I said, there was one station that caught my attention. I detailed it in the first paragraph there.” I glance at Ozzie and Lucky, verifying that they’re looking very intently at what I wrote for them in the report. So far I don’t see any funny expressions, so I think I’m good with the first paragraph. Yay for me.
“The employee who works at this spot is named Anita.”
Lucky looks up at that moment with a sharp hiss of breath.
Thibault is shaking his head. “Tsk tsk,” he says, leading me to believe this is a very bad sign. Did I do something wrong?
Ozzie ends the mystery for me. “Anita? Isn’t that the wife of one of the owners?”
Thibault answers. “Yes. I believe she is. Right, Lucky?”
Lucky is nodding. “That’s my understanding.” He looks at me. “Keep going.”
I nod before picking up again. “Okay . . . where was I . . . ?” I use my finger to find my place and then flip to the back of the report to remind myself what’s there. I take a couple of moments to decide how technical I want to be with them. I don’t want to shortchange my work, like May said, but I also don’t want to act like I’m showing off. It’s easy for me to geek out and for people to get the wrong impression.
I stare at the paper as I continue. “Right. Okay. So, you can take a look at the more detailed screenshots that I provided at the end, and the more technical details, but in essence she had hidden some files using special software with a pretty heavy-duty encryption tool on her local drive, and in these files and via some other sources online, I found documentation that seems to suggest that she has created several entities, which I verified through the Department of State do exist. Each of them shows her as the sole owner. I cross-referenced this with the payments that Lucky tagged in the system as suspicious, and they’re all