Upstairs
Same Time
When they got back to the conference room, Greyson had returned, and he was eating some late lunch, or an early dinner.
His laptop was running, and they could see what it was—because it wasn’t his laptop, but the CIA’s.
Someone was borderline obsessed with finding Sasha’s identity.
Like eat, sleep, dream about getting that one tidbit that was eluding him.
“How’s it going?” Gene asked, sitting down beside him.
It wasn’t.
And that was annoying.
“I’ll find something,” Greyson said. “I know for a freaking fact that there had to be something overlooked. There’s no way they erased a full person. The FBI is incompetent on a good day, and today isNOTa good day,” he muttered.
Oh, boy.
This had become an obsession.
“Grey, maybe you should put down the CIA tech, and take a break. You’re angry,” Gene said.
He stared at the man.
“I don’t like being lied to, and that Gabe pulled this off under our noses, and that woman betrayed us to him—that pisses me off. When I’m challenged in a game, I will figure out who is behind it, and why.”
When Gene opened his mouth, Ethan put his hand on the man’s thigh, silencing him.
“Well, we appreciate you doing this for us,” Ethan said, taking over. “If you need our help, let us know.”
There was no point trying to stop him. Greyson was a man on a mission, and he was pissed.
REALLY.
PISSED.
He just nodded, and then had a moment of clarity. So, he went there.
“How’s the case going? Did the ME have anything?” he asked.
They shared.
“He found trace and DNA, but unfortunately, it was in the spot that Lucas raw-dogged the body barehanded. Other than that, nada. The techs are at Jarod’s home, processing it, and they’ll start running Samuel Padilla’s car when they get back in.”
Greyson shook his head.
“This feels like it’s moving so slowly,” he admitted.
Yeah, Gene felt like that, too, even though it was only the first day.
Technically.
“Agreed,” Gene stated.
Greyson was curious.
