“Then he sent someone to do this,” Mac stated without pause. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
Derek’s brother nodded. “From what you’ve told me about that situation, I’d have to agree. Problem is, unless we get a confession from this Doyle character, which isn’t going to happen, we have no proof.”
Mac could tell Eric wanted to do more, but his hands were tied.
“It’s okay, Eric,” she told him sincerely. “You’ve done all you can here.”
“We’ll keep tabs on Doyle for you, Mac,” Riley spoke up. “Guys like that are smart, but the people working for them on the outside aren’t always so clever. You ask me, that’s where we need to spend our time focusing. We find who he has under his thumb, get one of them to roll, and we’ll have him dead to rights.”
Mac gave the other woman a half-smile. “I know you mean well, Riley, but you and I both know that’s a long shot, at best. Break-ins committed by small-time idiots go unsolved in this city every day. Finding the person who could hack into that security system unnoticed, do all this damage, and get out without anyone reporting it? These guys are pros. They’re not going to be easy to find.”
Riley put a hand on Mac’s shoulder, her beautiful, dark eyes sincere when she said, “We still have to try.”
“Thanks.” Mac patted her hand. “I appreciate it.” And she did, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up.
Trevor’s ringtone blared, interrupting the conversation. He answered it immediately.
“Hey, D. Did you tell Coop about—” The man frowned for all of two seconds. After that the lines in his forehead smoothed, the tone of his voice dead serious. “Stay with the truck. Mac and I are on our way.” There was another pause. “Yeah. We’ll bring him, too.”
Mac’s heart began to beat a heavy rhythm. She barely waited for Trevor to end the call before blurting out, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Trevor’s eyes became lit with anger and worry. “That was Derek. He, uh…he found Coop’s truck on the side of the road. He never made it home.”
