She sat between him and Wolfe, typing on her laptop with one hand while eating the Rice Krispies treat with the other. “I had to create a diagram, and I hope this helps.” Finishing the treat, she leaned over and gently prodded Force in the shoulder. “Angus? Let’s go over this, and then we’ll get you home.”
Force opened his eyes and focused on the screen without moving a muscle. “Thanks for the hard work today, Bridge.”
Her smile was cute. “Any time,” she said. A series of numbers came up first on the screen. “First of all, this is rough, but I’ve created false bank accounts in the Caymans that total a hundred million under several fake corporation names.” She swallowed. “There’s no real money there, but you can make a false transfer and not get caught for a day. Hopefully.”
She was the best, so Raider nodded. “I’ll make it work.”
“I hope so.” She typed more. Then a cloud chart came up on the screen. “I know this is goofy, but go with me here. The yellow clouds are known businesses of the Coonan organization, and the blue clouds are businesses that are or have been associated with Senator Tyson.”
Raider studied the intricate chart showing clouds connected to more clouds connected to even more. “I take it the green clouds are where the two connect?”
“Yes. For instance, the Coonans purchased several old apartment buildings in a run-down area of Johnstown, and at that time Tyson was a county commissioner who voted to rezone the area to commercial instead of residential. The Coonans then tore down the buildings and built businesses.” She sighed. “There are tons of examples here. Tyson went from being a lawyer to a hearing examiner to a county commissioner to a senator, and now he’s running for president.”
There were connections upon connections. “Anything illegal?” Raider asked.
She pursed her lip, her expression thoughtful. “I think there’s a comprehensive pattern here that nobody has added up before, and it doesn’t look good. But as for evidence of an actual crime? I haven’t found it yet.” She typed more, and a list of business names came up. “These are parent and foreign corporations that at one time had something to do with either organization but now are defunct. This one paid for Tyson’s college and law school tuition with a scholarship program and then just disappeared.” Her brow furrowed. “I’d love to tie it to the Coonans but haven’t been able to do so yet.”
Man, she was impressive. To do all of this in one day was amazing. “Nice job,” he murmured.
She blushed a dusky rose and typed more. “Okay. This one is of the Coonan organization, in and of itself. These are the companies I’ve traced to them so far that deal with motels, bars, restaurants, laundromats, and even a couple of art galleries. Easy laundering opportunities. I’ve sent you all a report on this.”
Okay. Now she was just turning him on. Raider adjusted his jeans. Smart girls. The best. “I can’t believe you did all of this in one day.” Her analytical skills intrigued the hell out of him.
She kept her gaze on the screen. “You need to study all of that before tomorrow.” Then she typed more. “Here are all of the possible crimes, arrests, and interviews of Eddie and his closest enforcers. You’ll notice a lack of evidence and convictions, but read them through.”
Angus scrubbed both hands down his face. “How many reports did you generate?”
“Five.” She typed more. “Here’s a detailed timeline of Senator Tyson’s life, missing women, and any hint that he was involved in the disappearances. During his time in law school and New York, I discovered travel itineraries for Eddie Coonan to wherever Tyson was at the time.”
Wolfe leaned forward. “That’s excellent.”
“But not evidence of wrongdoing,” she countered, her shoulders hunching.
Raider freaking loved how her mind worked. They had one more night together, and he was going to make sure she knew how amazing he thought she was. “That’s four reports.”
She nodded and documents flew across the screen. “The fifth report, and it’s in all of your inboxes. A rundown on human trafficking and possible transportation and destinations, taken from that sheet I memorized at Eddie’s.” She ground a fist into her eye. “I need lubricating drops for my eyes. Keep forgetting to buy them.”
Raider stood. “It’s time for some sleep. I’ll be here at five in the morning to get wired up again before flying to Boston.”
She closed her laptop, her face turning pale. “That’s the other thing. I’ve tried everything all day to figure out a way to get into Eddie’s computer system, with absolutely no results. I couldn’t even get in through his phone, and I couldn’t ping him.” She looked up, her gaze somber. “He uses some sort of jamming equipment in that computer room. Once you’re in there, we won’t be able to see or hear anything.”
Angus dropped his feet to the ground. “Wonderful.”
Raider sighed. Exactly.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Raider hauled Brigid against him as he drove them home, his body settling at having her near. “If something happens tomorrow, I want you to know that the last week has been one of my best in years,” he murmured.
She snuggled against him, her eyes shut. “Me too.”
The woman sounded exhausted. He parked and lifted her out of the truck, ignoring his protesting shoulder and ribs while striding into the building and up to her apartment. She blinked several times when he set her down, and he couldn’t help but slide his mouth against hers. Would she ask him in? He couldn’t blame her if it was too much of an emotional risk.
She kissed him back, making a soft sound in her throat that shot right to his cock.
A sound clanked from somewhere in her apartment.
He went from aroused to alarmed in a second, shoving her behind him. His body went on full alert, and his focus narrowed. “Get down the hall.”
