Chapter 20
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“What exactly am I supposedto be looking for?”
Keeping his eyes glued to the financial report he was scanning over, Grant answered Coop’s question. “Anything that seems odd or out of place.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Coop held up the report Derek had given him to check. “All this shit looks odd to me.” When Grant didn’t respond, his teammate griped, “It’s like looking for a needle in a damn haystack.”
Patience wearing paper fucking thin, Grant sent Coop a look. “That needle tried to kill Bryn and her brother tonight, so keep fucking looking.”
The other man wisely chose to remain quiet and continued searching for something that would give them a clue as to who the hell they were after.
Grant couldn’t really blame Coop for being frustrated. For nearly an hour, now, both he and Coop had been scouring through page after page of supply orders, bank statements, and other financial documentation from Cantrell Construction and its employees.
In the meantime, Derek worked to hack into Billy Cantrell’s building camera feed. According to D, the system was much more sophisticated than he’d first expected, requiring him to jump through several more hoops than normal.
So far, they hadn’t found a single fucking thing.
“By the way, where the hell is Mac, and why isn’t she here helping us go through all this shit?”
“Jake has her working on something else with Trevor.”
Coop frowned. “What?”
Derek shrugged. “No idea. When McQueen called earlier for a SITREP, he just said she was hanging back to go over some stuff with Trev.”
Grant could tell Coop wanted to know more, but the guy knew it was useless to hound D for information he couldn’t give. A few minutes passed before the younger man spoke again.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh, great.” Derek smirked, his fingers incessantly clicking away on his keyboard. “This should be good.”
Flipping him off, Coop glanced over at Grant. “I don’t think whoever set that bomb actually meant for Brynnon to get hurt.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Think about it.” Coop abandoned his files and rested his elbows on the table. “You two were there, what, three days? Then after you left, she and I were there another three.”
Grant’s gut tightened. He’d already cleared things up with Brynnon on that front. Still, he hated thinking of the way he’d left her that day.
“Your point?” he bit out the question.
“Whoever it was waited until after we left to break in and set the bomb. He couldn’t have known we were coming back. Hell,wedidn’t know until half an hour later.”
Grant thought for a moment. “You think it was meant to be a warning?”
