"Okay, we need to think this through." Cory pulled up a chair across from her. "We've got two major revelations here."
Izzy minimized her screens, giving him full attention. "Reed's dirty money and Andrew's MedFlight connection."
"Right. The question is, which thread do we pull first?"
She drummed her fingers on the table, thinking. "Andrew's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He won't know anything useful about the bigger picture. MedFlight gives him money, he harasses me. Simple transaction."
"Agreed. But Reed..." Cory leaned forward. "An FAA investigator with offshore accounts and real estate holdings? He knows exactly who's paying him and why."
"He's been ruling these crashes as mechanical failure for three years." Izzy's eyes sparked with anger. "People could have died. People probablyhavedied, and he just rubber-stamped it for money."
"The FBI should be looking at him instead of you."
"But they're not." She pulled up Reed's information on her screen. "So we need to. Where is he now?"
Cory checked the time. “Should be in the Reno office unless he’s out on another investigation."
Izzy jumped to her feet. “Let’s go.”
"Izzy—"
"We can't sit here analyzing spreadsheets while he's out there covering up crimes." She stood, energy crackling around her like electricity. "We've got probable cause?—"
"We've got suspicious financial activity that we learned about through questionable means." Cory hated being the voice of reason, but someone had to be. "We can't just storm into his office."
"Then what do you suggest?"
He thought it through. "We approach him carefully. Maybe catch him leaving the office, somewhere public but private enough to talk. Feel him out, see if he'll crack."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then we watch him. See who he contacts after we spook him. Guilty people often run to their handlers when threatened."
Izzy nodded slowly. "That could work. Zara can track his phone, his emails?—"
"We need any charges to stick. Legally obtained information only," Cory warned.
"Of course." Her innocent expression fooled no one. "So let’s go. It won’t hurt to get into town early."
"We need an interrogation strategy.”
"Easy. We tell him the FBI's about to crawl up his finances with a microscope." Izzy's smile was sharp. "Which will be true, once we point them in the right direction."
Cory stood, matching her determination. "All right. Let's go corner Reed Osgood."
"Finally." Izzy was already grabbing her jacket. "Action instead of analysis."
"We still need to be smart about this." He checked his weapon, a habit so ingrained he didn't think about it. "Public place, stay calm, don't give him anything he can use against us."
"I know how to run an interrogation, Fraser." But her tone was teasing rather than irritated.
They were halfway down the stairs when the intercom buzzed, the sharp electronic sound freezing them both in place.
Cory moved to the security monitor, Izzy right behind him. A man stood at the main entrance, shifting his weight nervously. Puffy jacket, snow-dusted beanie, nervous energy, holding a manila folder like it might bite him.
Not FBI—they traveled in pairs and had better tailoring.
"Process server," Izzy breathed, the color draining from her face. "Andrew's up to something."
