“Just a graze.”
“Need stitches?”Aidan asked.
Cam shook his head.“Couple of butterfly bandages under the wrap.What’s the latest from the scene?”
“We cleared out about an hour ago.One suspect from the other crew is in custody.The museum’s security personnel are on-site now.”
“Did anyone else get into the safe?”
“Nope,” Lauren said.“The other crew scattered when Becca’s did.”
“Becca back at the condo?”
“Don’t know,” Aidan said.“Tracker went offline, and she and her two bruisers are off the grid.”
“Could she have traced the truck’s GPS if she saw us get into it?”
“Negative, I’m jamming it.”Lauren brandished her phone before turning back to her computer.
“Anything out of the suspect you did catch?”
“Nothing yet,” Aidan answered.“I’ll question him again in the morning.We do have an ID, and we’re tracing his accounts.What the fuck happened?Who was the other crew?”
Cam flopped into the other chair and propped his elbows on his knees, running his fingers through his blue-tipped hair.It looked so out of place on him, especially in this conversation, but Nic couldn’t deny he liked it.Which only pissed him off more in his current pissed-off state.
“One of three scenarios,” Cam said, and Nic checked back into the conversation.“Someone else got wind of the heist and it was a pure third-party rip-off.”
“Or?”Aidan prompted.
“Whoever Becca’s working for, and she is working for someone, which I’ll get to in a moment”—he split a glance between them—“either didn’t trust her to get the job done or didn’t want to pay her the rest of her fee.”
“Contingencies,” Aidan said as he hitched a foot up.
Cam nodded.“And to protect his identity.”
Death would be the only surefire way to protect that, Nic thought, as Aidan asked, “The ringleader’s a ‘he’?”
“Stefan Kristic,” Cam said.
Aidan’s foot slipped off the seat cushion and hit the floor.Lauren’stap-tap-taplikewise abruptly ceased.And Nic sucked in a breath, awaiting the rest of Cam’s reasoning, even as his own brain fast-forwarded, putting together pieces.Kristic’s unavailability for an interview.His emergency need to flee.“Interrupting” the initial raid, which had led to his wife’s death.Asshole husbands strike again.Nic forced himself to remain still, grinding his teeth against his own instinct to rage.
“Becca had someone on the phone,” Cam explained.“A male voice to read the male part.I’d bet every cent to my name, which granted isn’t much, that it was Kristic.”
“Was there any unusual activity on his accounts?”Aidan asked Lauren.
“None, and I checked it for connections to Rebecca Monroe too.”
“What about the deposits to Monroe?”Cam asked.“Where are we on that trace?”
“Brick wall.I can’t get through, and the bankers won’t talk either.”
“Because he’s an oligarch in the new Serbia,” Nic said, finally breaking his silence.“I’ve seen this on Russian cases.Check all of his companies, particularly the ones that do business in the States.We have legal standing to get access to those records.If we can find a matching outlay, that’s how we usually nail them.”
“We only have the weekend to do it,” Aidan said.
“You didn’t get the continuance?”Cam said, eyes on Nic.
“Kristic’s flying back Monday,” he said, “after giving his testimony.”
