I was still impressed. It made me wonder what he’d done in his line of work.
“There’s shit loads of info here.” Wes stated.
There was a shit load. It was files Dorian had searched with the reference blueprints. That was just the last few weeks.
“Dorian, how about localizing to one department at a time. SMF is smaller. How about focusing on the senior team maybe.” There were five senior members of management.
Dorian looked more curious. “Got your focus on someone in particular?”
“Nah just trying to narrow the search. I was thinking that the information about the prints would have cascaded from the CIA. There may be something you can pick up there.”
“Good thinking.” He nodded.
“There’d be a lot of messages with the word ‘prints’ bouncing from Ethan however. Some to me, some to Wes. So don’t focus on him.”
Now he narrowed his eyes. “Xander, I leave no stone unturned. That’s just me. I don’t pussyfoot around shite or rule people out, it’s why I’m so good.”
“I get that but Ethan is clean.” There was no part of it that fit him.
Wes brushed my elbow. “Xander there’s no harm checking. Then we can rule him out.”
“Sure, of course.” It was true we could rule him out, even though I already had. Ethan had wanted to catch Balthazar as badly as me. In the past his orders were always to kill him on sight. No questions asked, just kill him if you got a clear shot.
Dorian scanned over the five members of the senior team. He brought up their files and the numbers associated with them that were listed. Each number was color coded.
“Right… so the red numbers are what we have on file for their business phones and personal phones. The yellow ones and blue are where my equipment goes a little further. Right now its tracked a cellphone number that has been used by each person over the last eight weeks,” Dorian explained.
I looked at each person. Of the five people there. Ethan and Gina Hawkes had the most yellow codes, but they were the only ones with blue codes.
“What does yellow and blue specifically mean?” Wes asked. He took the words out of my mouth. I really hoped Dorian wasn’t one of those people who just color coded all manner of unnecessary shit.
“Yellow is another personal number. I don’t usually flicker an eyelid at that because of privacy. We may have their listed personal phone numbers but they may give their spouse, partners, kids, or other family members another number. It’s common. I personally don’t see the fun in having so many numbers but each to their own. The blue numbers are my pool of curiosity.”
Okay, so it seemed like he wasn’t one of those people who color coded for nothing.
He pulled in a breath and continued.
“This is where it gets highly illegal boys. Do I care? I think not. It’s the reason why you’re here.” He laughed. Wes cast a curious glance at me. “Blue usually means the phone was only used a couple of times and disposed of.”
“I used a phone the other day that I had to get rid of,” I surmised.
“Why’d you do that?” He raised a finger.
“So I couldn’t be tracked.”
He grinned. “Yes Xander, get with the program.” He pointed back to the screen. “Let’s start with her, she just has one blue code.”
He tapped the number and it brought up a listing of all the text messages that had been sent to and received by the number. It also brought up a list of numbers which was a total number. Dorian tapped into the messages so we could look at each one. The first one was a dead giveaway that Mrs. Gina Hawkes was having an affair with the guy with the number ending 5567.
It said:
Don’t worry my husband won’t find out.
Come over in ten minutes and bring a pack of condoms.
We used the last one yesterday.
Dorian laughed and flicked through the rest of the messages which went from mild to super raunchy until the last message, when she told Mr. 5567 she couldn’t see him anymore but it was fun.
