She shook her head, a slight smile on her lips. “You’re very good at distracting me.”
“You were getting a little tense.”
“I’m still tense.”
“Yeah, but now it’s about Juniper and not about your relatives.”
She gave him a sour look. “And now I’m back to thinking about them.”
He parked in front of her office. “They’re going to be hard to avoid. We have to take breaks when we can.”
He jogged to her side of the Jeep and opened the door. “Lead the way, my lady.”
He followed her into the quiet office building. She scanned them in, then spoke to the security guard and told him where they were going so he wouldn’t sound any alarms if he saw them on the cameras.
Bronwyn opened the door to the server room, but Mo didn’t immediately walk inside. She stood slightly behind him. Then she leaned against him. “Mo, I’m not sure if you know this, but this equipment can’t talk.”
“That’s what you think.” Then he entered the room.
He studied the layout. He estimated it was 20’x20’, which was larger than it needed to be, but he wasn’t surprised. Bronwyn thought ahead, and this room had several rows of empty server cabinets that would be needed in the future.
The space was well designed, well ventilated, and well protected. Hardware wasn’t his area of expertise, but he liked what he saw. There were cameras in the corners of the room, but based on what he knew about security at The Haven, he suspected that William, Ronald, Nathan, or—he truly hoped not—Bronwyn’sfather could have paid someone to look the other way while they removed files from the main server.
Mo took three minutes to walk around the space and orient himself. Each server was labeled. “Who did all this?”
Bronwyn named a company out of Charlotte. A good one. “Has anyone made changes in here since they set everything up?”
She bit her lip. “Not to my knowledge, but...”
Mo found the server he was looking for and plugged his laptop into it. It took him ten minutes to be sure the data he’d been looking for was downloading.
“Can you explain what you’ve found?”
Mo glanced at the cameras. “When we get back to your place.”
“Okay.”
It had to be infuriating for her not to have all the information, but he hoped and prayed that the data he was downloading would clear her father.
Her uncles were going to jail. Hopefully.
And possibly Senator Carlsman too. Although there was something about the senator that Mo still hadn’t been able to sort out.
Carlsman had paid, and paid dearly, for almost fifteen years. Mo couldn’t prove it yet, but he was almost certain that the senator was still paying, although in a different way. Once upon a time Carlsman had been a partner in the law firm representing Steven Pierce.
On paper, that affiliation no longer existed. But no senator running for president had ever let go of a potentially profitable alliance.
Thirty-Seven
Mo checked the status of the download. “Almost there.”
“Maybe this is my total lack of computer knowledge at work, but I thought this would go ... faster.”
Mo could tell Bronwyn was trying to be nice. And she had succeeded. For the most part.
“If I knew exactly what I was looking for, I could have downloaded less. Instead, I’m downloading a lot of information, most of which I don’t need, but it’s more efficient to do it this way. Tonight, my computer programs will filter it out. In the morning, we should have some shiny answers waiting for us.”
He glanced at the computer. Another minute. “Almost there.”
