“Okay.” She handed over the papers. “On Friday, we have an antiabortion rally in Boston, a women’s rights rally in DC, and a diversity parade in New York. We also have multiple concerts in cities across the East Coast, business meetings, and international consortia. There are so many things going on, we need more information to narrow down the search parameters.”
“What about the names and descriptions of women from the cult that Eagle and Leroy gave us?” Angus asked, pushing aside his qualms about how effective Wolfe had been in getting the information. The guy was brutal. After his interrogations, he’d headed home without speaking to anybody else.
Brigid shook her head. “I have searches running, but without actual photographs of these women, it’s unlikely we’ll find anybody. If we could just narrow it down to one city . . .”
Angus tried to think. “What about the photographs supplied by Orchid?” Who was now at a safe house.
“I’m trying with facial rec and the names they used way back when, but no luck. We don’t even know if the women in the pictures are really the ones who are out in the world now,” Brigid said.
Damn it. Angus wanted to punch something. How could they narrow it down? Prophet Isaac had been too smart to give details to anybody, which was probably why the guy was still alive. It really was up to Malcolm to get the information somehow. “All right.” Angus surveyed the bloodshot eyes of his two team members. “It’s after midnight. Why don’t you two get some sleep? None of us are any good if we can’t function.”
Raider stood and pulled out Brigid’s chair so she could do the same. “What time do you want us back tomorrow?” he asked.
Angus glanced at the clock. “Seven? That should give you time to rest and time for the searches to run for Brigid.”
“What about you?” Brigid asked quietly. “Shouldn’t you rest?”
A nagging feeling wouldn’t leave the back of Angus’s neck, so he wasn’t moving. “I will. Just a few more minutes and I’ll head out.”
Raider gave him the fish-eye but didn’t contradict him. “I’ll bring coffee tomorrow. Good stuff without all the sprinkles.”
The two exited the office.
Silence reigned for about two seconds before heels clipped in the bull pen and Nari moved into the office.
Everything in Angus lit up. “Why are you still here? I told you to get some rest.”
“You’re still here,” she returned, eyeing the dog in the corner. “Where did he get the shoe?”
“It isn’t yours?” Angus asked, turning his head slightly.
She reared up, looking . . . affronted? “That cheap leather? Of course not.”
“Huh.” Angus was tempted to ask the dog where he’d gotten the shoe, but often Roscoe just ignored him. He was getting loopy from exhaustion, damn it. “Maybe one of the guys brought it in for him.” Who knew? “Why are you still here?”
She leaned against the doorframe, looking young and tired. “I was working through profiles and the possible targets. There are too many. If Isaac wants to punish people who don’t agree with him, he has a multitude of targets. There has to be a way to narrow things down.” Tension and fear rode her words.
Angus could relate. “Malcolm is the best at what he does. He’ll get the facts.”
“Speaking of being the best, I still don’t have a personnel file on Brigid Banaghan,” Nari said. “I find it odd you let somebody out of prison to work here.”
Angus leaned back in his chair. “I’ll get you her file and you’ll understand.”
Nari lifted an eyebrow. “How so?”
“She’s been in minor trouble her whole life but got caught hacking into a secured government site to expose a senator she thought was sexually harassing staffers.” Angus could understand her motive, but breaking the law did matter.
“She thought?” Nari asked.
“Yeah. Turns out the asshole was part of a kiddie porn ring. Brigid exposed him, but to do so, she had to reveal herself. She got caught and took a plea.” Angus tapped his fingers on the desk.
“That wasn’t fair,” Nari burst out.
Maybe, maybe not. “The law is the law.” Angus turned back to his recording to see what Isaac had been up to with Malcolm out of the room. “And here, I’m the boss. So get yourself some sleep, Nari. That’s an order.”
Her lips tightened, but she didn’t argue. Her clip-clopping sounded irritated as she turned and strode away.
Soon, Angus was the only person left in the basement. The hum of the lights kept him company as he rewound the recording and started listening again.
