I watched all sorts of search engines come up before he cropped the picture so that it was just the logo.
“Question,” Ranger said as he pointed to a fuzzy part of the logo, “were you close enough to know what that was? It looks like a feather, but that doesn’t seem quite right.”
I leaned forward and drew from my memory. “It’s a swoop.”
“A swoop?” Cap asked.
I reached for a pen on Ranger’s desk and found a ripped open envelope. I drew from memory what I could, and then I circled the part of the logo that sort of swept off to the side.
“A swoop,” I said as I placed the pen down, “not like a Nike swoop, but like?—”
“A flourish, perfect,” Ranger said.
I watched so many things pop up on that man’s laptop that I lost track of what he was doing. But after a few minutes of him redrawing that image, cleaning it up, and running it through whatever software he had at his disposal?
We got a ping.
“The fuck?” Cap asked.
Langley, Pierceson, and Dahl.
That was what his laptop said.
And when he double clicked on the link, the logo for the law firm, of all things, popped up.
A dead on match.
“The law firm,” Cap said.
“The one we just found in the intel,” I said with a slight growl.
Ranger clicked around a bit. “Two towns over, if this address is to be believed.”
Cap furrowed his brow as he looked at me. “The fuck are lawyers doing chasing this woman all around God’s green fucking Earth?”
My grin only grew beneath my mask, however.
Fucking hell, I missed undercover work.
“If you’re really that curious, Cap,” I said as I rolled my eyes in his direction, “you know I could find out.”
2
GHOST
“CHUUUUUURCH!”
Whispers around the crew began as I gravitated toward the downstairs area where we held all of our meetings. My hands practically vibrated in my fingerless gloves with anticipation. Undercover work wasn’t something that I had done a great deal of back in the military.
Back when I had honor.
But with the crew?
I did it all the time, when they needed it.
Usually, it was little stuff. A shop stealing from us here. A new person in town trying to swindle us there. Moseying my way into people’s lives was sort of my schtick. People were always intrigued by the mask, my voice wasn’t too deep so people weren’t naturally afraid of it, and unlike most of the men around me, my height didn’t tower. I stood just shy of six-feet-tall, which made me a fuckton more approachable than some of my brothers in arms.
I perched in my corner and watched as the rest of the men filed in.
