“What about at headquarters?” Garrett asked. “Who has access to your office?”
“Everyone in my unit. Support staff. IT department.”
“I need their names, too.”
“You need the entire FBI employee list?”
“I’ll handle it,” Vivi said, touching her tablet.
Garrett nodded. “Tell me about SAC Reeves,” he said to Claire.
Her head snapped up. “What about him?”
“How long have you known him?”
“Five years. Since I joined the Bureau.”
“Howwelldo you know him?”
“He’s my supervisor. My mentor.” Her voice had an edge now. “What are you asking?”
“I’m asking if there’s any reason to suspect him.”
Her body went rigid. “Marcus Reeves has thirty years of service.” She stood, her hands flat on the table as she leaned toward him. “He’s one of the most decorated agents in the Bureau. He’s been my advocate, my teacher, my friend.”
“Which makes him the perfect person to have access to your location, your schedule, your vulnerabilities.” Garrett kept his voice level. He flicked his gaze to Lynx. “I need to know if he has any financial problems or relationship issues. Anything that could make him vulnerable to compromise.”
Claire’s voice rose a notch. “You’re accusing mySACof being the Countdown Killer?”
“I’m accusing no one. I’m investigating everyone.”
“These are my people, Wolf.” Her voice shook with barely controlled anger. “People I trust with my life.”
“And one of them might be trying to end it.” He stood, placed his own hands on the table, and met her eyes. “That spyware didn’t install itself. Someone had physical access to your phone. Someone close to you.”
“It could have been anyone?—”
“No. It couldn’t.” Lynx pulled up the tech specs on the main screen. “This is military-grade surveillance software. It requires specialized knowledge to install. Hell, I almost didn’t find it.”
Garrett studied it for a long moment, then turned back to Claire. “Whoever installed this is law enforcement or intelligence. My guess is intelligence. Someone with training and access.”
Claire stared at the data. He could see her mind working. Her profiler’s brain was connecting dots she didn’t want to connect. “You think it’s someone at the Bureau,” she said with no emotion now.
She was slowly coming on board. He hated forcing her to face facts, but it had to be done. “I think it’s someone with access, knowledge, and opportunity. That fits a lot of people at the Bureau.”
Her voice was so quiet, it was nearly a whisper. “Including Reeves.”
“Including Reeves.”
She turned away, arms crossed. He could see her shoulders shaking. Not with fear. With fury.
“We need everything on him,” Garrett said to Vivi. “His work history. His associates. His communications with Claire. Travel logs. Everything.”
Claire whirled on him. “You want me to investigate my own SAC.”
“I want you to help me eliminate him as a suspect. If he’s clean, the investigation proves it. If he’s not?—”
“He’s clean,” Claire snapped. “Marcus Reeves is a good man.”
