“That’s great!” Maggie gave an enthusiastic fist pump.
“But I only have four minutes,” Izzie replied.
“I have total faith in you,” Maggie reassured her.
“As do I, and everyone else in this band of merry people,” Yoko said.
“Thanks. That’s a lot of pressure. Having everyone depend on me.”
“Oh, Izzie. That’s how we operate. Sometimes the whole mission lies with one person doing that one thing that will bring us across the finish line,” Maggie said with total confidence.
Yoko began to upload the photos of the trucks. “There appears to be some paint flecks on the front left bumper of one of them. Maggie, can you find out what color car Jeremy was driving?”
“Sure thing. It would make sense if the truck was oncoming and swerved into him. Someone is going to have to check the trucks in Arizona.”
“Kathryn knows her way around trucks,” Izzie noted.
“Yes, but she will be working in the long-term care unit,” Maggie said.
“Isn’t there a service road?” Izzie asked.
“Yes,” Maggie replied. “We just don’t know where it leads. Yet.”
“I wonder if it leads to their construction or facilities site,” Izzie pondered.
“We’ll get Charles to find an aerial view of the entire property. We’ll have to get either Kathryn or Annie to check them out.”
“Or”—Maggie paused—“Theresa and her little gang of spunky seniors.”
“We don’t want to put them in jeopardy,” Yoko countered.
“I don’t think they’d mind,” Maggie said, chuckling. “Look what they did on their own!”
“True, but let’s find out what’s on this bumper,” Yoko said. “Once the guy with the flashlight showed up there, we had to get out before he came back. I’ll casually walk over and give it a closer look. If someone asks, I’ll say I was checking out the rigs. No harm in that, right?”
“Yoko, you are stealth. You’ll be able to pull it off handily,” Maggie said.
Izzie stretched. “I should try to get some sleep. Four minutes is not very long to hack into a very tight system. See you in the morning.” Izzie folded her laptop.
“It’s already morning!” Maggie’s freckled face grinned.
Chapter Fourteen
More Pieces of the Puzzle
Early Morning Recon
Izzie logged on to the meeting at six a.m. She was barely awake. Annie and Kathryn would be brought up to speed a few hours later and could access the transcript of the call if they wanted a heads-up.
“Good morning, everyone!” Charles’s deep British voice boomed.
“Ouch,” Izzie said, and rubbed her temples.
“Out a bit late?” Charles teased.
“More like early.” Maggie grinned. Yoko stifled a yawn.
“Thank you for the photos. When we magnified the bumper, it appears your assumptions may be correct. They look like paint. The bumpers are very sturdy, so I don’t suspect it’s rust or something other than transfer paint.”
