My mouth drops open. No one except a select few in the FBI have access to that information. “My God, how does it know?”
“Am I wrong, Mr. James? That would be most unusual.” Jason’s way too human and too creepy for my liking but I answer because I need him more than ever.
“Hell no, you’re not wrong. We’re using EMF to keep the tunnel clear of rats, both the four-legged and two-legged kind.”
I turn to Doctor Jones. “What kind of clearance does your AI have?”
She shrugs. “Jason can access anything, anywhere.”
Jenna’s husband steps into the room, bouncing a baby on a hip and holds out a hand. “Hi, I’m Detective Colin O’Brien. Find what you need?”
I nod. “Almost.”
“Dad?” Another youngster, maybe five or six, peeks into the room.
O’Brien rolls his eyes. “Out Sean, you should know better.”
“Yes sir, but Julie is getting into the peanut butter.”
“Excuse me. She’s allergic.” The harried man bolts away while his wife shakes her head slowly. “I do apologize.”
“No worries.” I turn back to the avatar, his brows now creased, as if deeply worried.
“Jason, if Callie is alive, where will they bring her?”
“Washington DC. I am sixty percent certain they will want to deactivate the control system and override the remote controls. To improve those odds, I must access Patten Securities.”
I call Gray to explain and thankfully, he is willing to share our information with one caveat. “Jason, nothing from our database can be shared with anyone outside of this investigation.”
“Understood. I am accessing the information now.”
The fact he doesn’t ask for a username and password freaks me out. However, once he comes back, the probability Callie’s on her way to Washington DC jumps to eighty-five percent and that’s good enough for me to call Gray back with the good news.
“I need your jet to DC.”
“It’s all yours. Good luck.
Normally, I’d call Suds and ask him to meet me on the tarmac. My gut twists as I remember him all banged up in the emergency room.
This is all my fault. The presents should’ve waited.
