“From what we can tell, there aren’t any current threats here on campus.” Jax points to the loveseat across from them. “So sit your ass down and let my brother tell you what’s going on.”
I pull in a deep breath and do as he says.
If my cousins say there’s no threat on campus, then I believe them. Damon is safe for now, and I need answers more than I need to freak out and run into the quad like a moron to save him from nothing.
“I tracked the crypto payments to a shell company that’s part of a giant web of shell companies,” Jace explains. “It took a while to sort through the mess and follow the trail, but the parent company is registered under Damon’s name.”
My jaw actually drops like it’s been unhinged. What the hell?
“And since I’m not a dumbass,” Jace continues. “I dug deeper. The company was opened under Damon’s name, but it wasn’t registered by him. It took some more digging, but I tracked the parent company to the account that the crypto originated from and found out who sent our boy Dick the Douche the money for the hit on Damon.”
I bite my tongue so I don’t interrupt and demand that he tell me who’s behind this right fucking now.
I need to know everything, not just a name, and that’s exactly what Jace is telling me.
“I was also able to find a link between one of the shell companies and the toolbags that kidnapped you guys, and from there, I was able to find the link to Jeremy and confirm that Richard is the one who created and uploaded Jeremy’s altered ID, and Jeremy was the one who took out the last member of your kidnapping team.”
“Really?” That little tidbit is surprising, but it makes sense.
Jace nods. “And the ringmaster of it all is a guy named Michael Quinn.”
“Who is he?” I ask. The name isn’t familiar, but that doesn’t mean anything.
“He’s a nobody,” Jace says grimly. “He’s the CFO of a hedge fund management group, but they’re small fish in the grand scheme of things. Otherwise he seems boring as fuck. He’s neverbeen married, doesn’t have any kids, and he’s worked at his firm for the last seven years. The only link I could find to Damon is that Michael lives in the same city as Damon’s father, but there are no other links between them, and trust me when I say I looked.”
“But how would he have the kind of influence and capital needed to arrange all of this if he’s a nobody?” I ask. Hiring hitmen and getting inside men onto a campus like Silvercrest isn’t something just anyone can do.
“He might be a nobody, but his bank accounts are flush with cash,” Jax says. “I’m still tracing where it all came from, but he’s either made some damn good investments over the years, or he’s got a talent for embezzling.”
“Is he connected to Damon’s mother at all?”
Jace shakes his head. “I couldn’t find anything that connects them.”
“What else did you guys find?” I ask Jax and Killian.
“Not a whole lot,” Jax says. “I tracked over six months of his financials, and the only other thing I found is that he either has a woman in his life, or he really likes lingerie and going to the spa.”
“Do we know who she is?”
“Not yet,” Killian says. “But we’re running all the data we have through one of Jax’s programs. We should get more info when it’s done.”
“How long will it take?” I ask Jax.
“No clue. But I’ve got an alert set up so anything that gets flagged will be sent to our phones. Same with the programs I’ve got going to figure out if Damon’s gig is a trap or if it’s a legit job.”
“Tell Felix to bring Damon to the cabin,” I tell Killian. “He needs to hear this.”
Killian picks up his phone to text Felix, and Jace tosses me a flash drive.
“This is everything we found,” Jace says. “And I’ve got trackers on Michael’s financials, his emails, his phone, and his car’s onboard computer. I just need him to be a dumbass and let me in so I can scrape the fuck out of his data, and we’ll know how he communicates with his lady friend, and the assholes he hired to take out Damon.”
I tuck the drive into my pocket and stand, my head spinning with everything I just learned.
A name is a good start; now I just need to know where he is so I can make him pay for daring to even think of hurting Damon.
“Felix and Damon are heading to the cabin,” Killian says as he slips his phone away. “We good?” he asks the twins.
“Yuppers.” Jace gets up from his chair, his grin dark.
