"Are you sure about that?" Cade demanded ominously.
"I have some of it," Tristan heard Glasses offer in a shaky voice.
"What's your role?" Tag asked.
"Online auctions, messaging, vetting clients."
"What else?"
"N-nothing. Just comms."
"Where's your information stored?"
"On the laptop in the house. I can show you."
There was no immediate response, but Tag entered the house, disappearing outside of Tristan's view. A moment later, he passed by again, carrying a laptop. He paused briefly, looked at Tristan, and asked, "You okay?"
Surprised, Tristan answered, "Yeah, I'm good."
Nodding, Tag continued to the garage, leaving the door ajar again.
"What's on here?" Tristan heard Tag ask.
"Messages and requests, info for the auctions, images of product."
"How do we access it?"
"It's encrypted."
"You're going to tell our people how to access everything on this and the Broker's laptop. Got it?"
"O-okay."
After a few seconds, Tag said, "Annabeth,this guy's going to tell you how to access the laptops," and then after a brief pause, "Tell her."
Glasses started talking about codes and encryptions for several minutes, and Tristan tuned out, not understanding most of what was said. Finally, Tag said, "Got what you need?... Okay, good."
Cade spoke again. "Who else has data on the operation?"
"No one," Glasses replied.
"Are you sure?" Cade pressed, his voice low and threatening.
"Y-yes."
"Who else is at the top level?" Tag asked.
"No one," then Handler answered. "Just the two of us and the Broker."
"No one else? Lieutenants?"
"Nah."
"Altogether, how many people were involved?"
"I dunno. Around forty."
"Who? Where are they?"
