“Mac.” Trevor turned to where she was still sitting. “You’re gonna want to hear this, too.”
Her eyes slid to his, and Coop’s chest instantly became tight. Another sign that, once this case was over and he knew she was safe, they needed to spend some time apart.
Following Trevor’s lead, the three operatives stepped outside the hospital’s entrance for some privacy.
“You got something?” she asked anxiously.
“I do.” Trevor’s eyes were full of trepidation. Whatever he’d found, it wasn’t good. “I was on my way home from the office when Lexi called to tell me about Liv going into labor. I turned around to head here when Ryker called, asking me to come by Homeland to discuss some things regarding your case.”
Coop’s heart began beating a little harder. “What did he find?”
“His people have been running with the theory our shooter who took out Luca Marino had prior military experience.”
Coop frowned. “I thought that was a dead end.”
“So did I.”
“But…” Mac’s voice trailed off.
“But Ryker’s men were still working the military angle. Good thing, too, because they pulled records oneveryonewho’s ever been documented as having a known association with your uncle and Marino. Including his most recent legitimate business associates.” Trevor paused. “Ryker just found out the Jersey City Police Department arrested a man for the murder of Luca Marino this morning.”
“Who?” Mac crossed her arms nervously.
“Henry Doyle.”
“What?” Mac shook her head. “That’s impossible.”
Sympathy shone in Trevor’s eyes. “Did you know Doyle served as a Marine sniper for seven years before he resigned his commission and attended law school?”
“That doesn’t mean anything. My uncle worked with hundreds of people over the years. Any one of them could’ve been hired to take out Luca.”
“But how many of them worked as closely with your uncle as Doyle? And how many of them worked years keeping your uncle out of jail?”
“Meaning?”
“He means Doyle has motive, Mac,” Coop explained what she refused to see.
“How is that motive?” She turned her denying eyes on him. “My uncle probably paid Henry hundreds of thousands of dollars over the years. It’s not like the guy’s hurting for money.”
“Actually”—Trevor stepped back in—“he doesn’t have as much as he’d like people to think.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ryker ran Doyle’s financials, Mac. The guy’s in debt up to his eyeballs.”
“So is half the freaking country, Trevor.”
“There are records of several unusual cash deposits in Henry’s bank account. Their dates coincide with the days Doyle met with one particular client.”
“Let me guess,” Coop spoke up. “Marino was the client.”
When Trevor nodded, Coop watched Mac closely. Her wheels started to spin, but she quickly shook the possibility away. His broken heart ached for her and the perceived loss she was fighting so hard to accept.
She doesn’t want to believe Doyle would hurt her.
Mac lifted her stubborn chin. “Even if he borrowed money from Luca, and that’s only speculation at this point, that still doesn’t mean Henry killed him.”
“But he could have,” Coop pointed out.
