All this talking in circles was giving her a headache. When the coffeepot beeped, Dom went into the kitchen to fill several mugs.
For something to do, Kendra jumped up to carry them to the table. The sour look Levy gave her indicated he hadn’t entirely forgiven them for disarming him.
Too bad. Under the circumstances, they’d done what was necessary to stay safe.
“Where do we start?” Raine asked, clearly anxious to move forward on the case. “We know it’s only a matter of time before the gunman shows up again.”
“Maybe we should focus on who Gunther Volter may have contacted to hire Stuart Ramsey to sabotage the plane?” Griff arched a brow at Levy. “I’m sure you have some possible suspects in mind.”
“I’ve been going through the list of his known associates,” Levy admitted. “But so far, I haven’t had time to dig into them.”
“Do you have a list?” Dom asked. “We can start digging into them now.”
Levy sighed. “My computer is in my car.”
“I’ll get it.” Kendra jumped up and grabbed her coat. Seeing her moving toward the door, Smoky crawled out from beneath the table to join her. She glanced at Justin, who decided to tag along. It was a good excuse to get the dogs outside.
“What do you think?” Kendra asked as they waited for their dogs to get busy.
“If Griff trusts him, then I don’t see a problem.” Justin turned to scan the area. “Yet I also find it interesting that the shooter hasn’t shown up yet.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Kendra strode over to open Levy’s car door. He hadn’t locked it. Smoky trotted over to take a good sniff inside. Still no alert, which gave her some reassurance that the shooter hadn’t been inside Levy’s car recently.
Unless she was giving her K9 more credit than she should. Maybe Smoky hadn’t latched onto the bad guy’s scent.
Grabbing the laptop off the passenger seat, she tried to squash her suspicions. Still, she stood for a moment and opened the laptop to see what screen was up. Unfortunately, it was password protected.
“Let’s go back inside.” Justin grinned. “I know what you’re thinking. We’ll watch him log in, see what he was doing prior to his arrival.”
“Sounds good to me. Come, Smoky.” She closed the laptop and walked back up to the front door.
Justin, Smoky, and Stone followed her inside.
She set the laptop in front of Levy. Then stood behind him to see the screen. He glanced over his shoulder at her, then rolled his eyes as he logged in.
A list of names was up on the screen. Not the ISP address they were using. Or even the address of the rental property.
She stepped away and shrugged out of her coat. Dom leaned forward. “I have three names of men who chartered private planes to Jackson the week before the plane was sabotaged. Can I see the list of names you have as known associates for Gunther Volter?”
“Why don’t you just give me your three names?” Levy asked. “I can search the document to see if there’s a match.”
Dom shrugged. “Okay, the first name is Timothy Platt, age thirty-five.”
Levy entered the name in the database. “Nope. He’s not on the list.”
“Try Lamar Mortenson, age forty-nine,” Dom said.
A moment later, Levy shook his head. “Nope. He’s not on the list either. I’m not sure chartering a plane a week prior to the sabotage is a good parameter to use for narrowing the suspect pool.”
“It’s the best we had,” Kendra said.
“The last one is Ian Bartoli, age sixty-two,” Dom said. “And I can go back another week; this was just a starting point.
“Wait, Bartoli? Ian Bartoli?” Levy looked shocked. “He’s a known associate. Dropped off the radar after Gunther went to jail.”
“Ian Bartoli must have been the one to hire Stuart Ramsey,” Kendra said, feeling a wave of relief. “He’s our gunman.”
“If so, he’s pretty nimble considering his age,” Raine said with a frown. “But that’s a really good lead. We can at least issue a BOLO for the guy.”
