“One and the same.” Sullivan’s voice warmed. “He was a mentor for a lot of us in Vegas. And now he’s the ASAC at our cozy little HQ.” She lowered her voice. “And one of Matthew’s besties.”
Jon Haversham, one of the three Assistant Special Agents in Charge of the Seattle Field Office. Holy crap.
“Thanks. I need to talk to you later.”
“I need to talk to you too. We should meet up.”
Jane nodded to herself. “Let me know when and where.”
“Will do. I’ll text you.” Sullivan hung up.
Jane just sat there. Haversham had clout and was SSA Scott’s best buddy. He’d been around when the organ theft had been hushed up in Seattle. From all official accounts, the Keisers had passed away due to a car accident. Not because their bodies had been desecrated.
Phillip knew. She had only found out because she’d been digging. No one else seemed to care about a buried case. All the criminals in the Harvester ring had gone to prison or died.
Yet Anton Kaminski had gone free after the DUI that injured Phillip’s parents.
She could see how the cases were tied but couldn’t yet figure out what it meant.
“Cannon, my office,” Rapp shouted.
Lost in her thoughts, she jolted and hurried over to him, ignoring the way Diego smirked at her and Gina gave her a disdainful once-over.
“You called, Rapp?”
“Yeah. What’s new? I could see the smoke coming out of your ears from here. You found something.”
She nodded, filled him in on everything she’d learned, and out of breath, sat back to see what he made of it.
He had been writing notes as she explained, and now he studied his notepad. “This is bizarre.”
“Yep.”
“So Phillip Keiser is killing people as a message to the organ thieves? That means he’s got four more people to kill, likely employed in medical administration.”
“Maybe.”
Rapp gripped his hair in frustration and leaned back to stare at the ceiling.
“I have a question.”
Rapp continued to lean back but nodded at her. “Shoot.”
“How did we find out these cases are linked in the first place? No way Gambol just thought they connected. Did he run some kind of diagnostic program to figure that out? Is that something Diego did?”
“No.” Rapp stared at her. “This can’t leave this room.”
“Who am I going to tell?”
He snorted. “Right. And besides, Gina and Diego know.”
“Oh, so I’m the only one out of the loop.” She huffed. “Figures.”
“You’re a late addition. Gambol brought you on as a favor to someone.”
Uncle Chris. She hoped her cheeks didn’t turn as red as they felt. So now she was a charity case? She thought she’d been brought on for her expertise.
“But I’m glad he did,” Rapp continued. “You’ve helped us a ton on this investigation. We have a suspect and multiple leads we didn’t have before. But don’t let that go to your head.”
