“And?” Lucas chimed in from across the table.
“And based off of what I just shared, her bank statements, and her car’s GPS system, this is the first time Devon’s ever been to the city.”
“Welcome to our Nation’s capital,” Gwen muttered sarcastically.
“Rental car?” Emmett guessed.
Blake shook his head. “Nope. No dice there, either.”
“Then how did she get here?” Lucas demanded. “I mean, it’s not like the woman walked.”
“You’re right.” Blake turned his attention to their team medic. “She didn’t. Which means the most likely mode of transportation had to be . . .”
He waited for someone to guess.
“Private jet?” Draven gave it a shot.
“Bingo.” Blake tapped a few keys and grabbed the nearby remote. With the push of a button, the screen on the wall flashed to life and several digital documents appeared. “These are the flight logs for every private jet that has flown from St. Louis, Missouri to D.C. within the last few days. There haven’t been many. Six, to be exact. And only one of those is leased to a business here in town.”
Blake pressed a few keys, and all but one of the documents vanished. All eyes zeroed in on the name typed in the third line down.
“Turner Psychiatric Group, LLC,” Emmett read the name aloud.
“Turner?” Gwen looked at Blake. “As in Dr. Michael Turner?”
Before the man could respond, Draven piped back in with, “Isn’t that the shrink who signed Amy Weaver’s trumped-up mental health records?”
Blake’s nodding head confirmed the man’s recollection.
“When did Turner’s jet make the trip from here to Missouri?” Emmett asked next.
“According to this, that same jet landed in St. Louis three days ago. And just two short hours later, it made a return flight back to D.C.”
Emmett processed what the verified data most likely meant. “So we’re thinking they grabbed Devon, put her onto the jet, flew her back here, and then what? Held her captive for more than two days before beating the hell out of her and tossing her into the street?”
The same look from before flashed across Blake’schiseled features. When he spoke again, the man’s voice was lower and had grown much more serious.
“They held her because they were trying to see if she knew anything about the file.”
Gwen frowned. “If Janie really didn’t know the flash drive was in her purse, it only stands to reason that Devon had no idea, either.”
“A good point,” Blake agreed. “But if these guys looked into Janie the same way I did, they would have seen Devon dug into Amy Weaver’s background the same day she went missing.”
Draven grunted angrily. “Explains why they beat her.”
Emmett crossed his arms with a slight shift of his stance, his attention remaining locked on Blake.
With his elbows on the table, Lucas linked his hands together and looked Emmett’s way. “Just the fact that Devon looked into Amy at all would be enough to make these guys nervous.”
“Especially given the timing.” Draven’s head bobbed with agreement. “But since Janie’s already in D.C., they try going after her first. When that doesn’t work, they go after her friend.”
Gwen lifted a hand a few inches into the air. “But why try to kill Janie at all? If they needed information they thought she had, then taking her out makes no sense.”
Blake’s attention went back to Emmett. “That’s the other thing I found. The guy who broke into her hotel room could have shot her and took off before we ever got off the elevator. But he didn’t, and it got me thinking.So I pulled up the pics I took from the scene at the mansion to see if there was something we missed.”
“You took pictures?” Gwen frowned. “For what? You have some sort of creepy-ass scrapbook?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Blake teased back.
