My reply is clipped. “Yes.”
As for the bomb, it could’ve been something she planned for exactly such a scenario. But risking her life? She could’ve gotten herself killed, damn it. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.
Reino narrows his eyes. “I’ll put my cock on a block if those mercenaries weren’t connected to Mrs. Morici’s disappearance.”
I agree. That means one of two things. Either Tatiana ran and they grabbed her off the streets while she was hiding from me, or Kent is lying. It would’ve been impossible for him to miss the act if someone had dragged her from the car.
“What do you want me to do?” Reino asks with the deadly calm I’ve come to associate with him.
“Keep a close watch on Kent, but don’t let him catch on that we’re surveying him. This stays between us.”
“Understood. What about the clothes Mrs. Morici was wearing?”
“Emily made a list of the stores that stock the brand, but the clothes could’ve been ordered online or bought for cash.” I hesitate. “The necklace?”
I bet that was what those fuckers were after.
His lips thin. “There’s no mention of it in any of the reports. According to the bank manager’s police statement, the other boxes are intact. Nothing is missing from the vault.”
Not that I expected anything. If such a notoriously famous piece of jewelry had turned up, it would definitely have made the news. That’s not something any law enforcement department can keep quiet.
Drumming my fingers on the desk, I consider the situation. “How resourceful is our snitch?”
“Very.”
“I need an unclaimed body from the morgue.”
He raises a brow. “A UID?”
“Make sure the body fits Tatiana’s height and weight.”
“I’ll see what he can find. What’s the plan?”
“It’s time to make Ms. Delacy disappear. For good.” I log into the encryption app I use for communicating with my hacker. “I’ll tell our cyber spy to switch the biometrics, dental records, and any identifiable photos of the deceased person you’re going to find for me with those that are on file for Stacia Delacy.”
“You want him to hack into police, government, and bank records and switch everything?”
“That’s right.”
He whistles. “That’s going to cost a pretty penny. That kind of shit requires top-level clearance.”
My hands fly over the keyboard as I type my orders. “I don’t care how much it costs.”
“And when I find a body?”
“I’ll arrange an accident.”
“An autopsy will reveal the time of death.”
“That’s why we need a fresh one.”
“I assume you don’t want anyone to be able to identify the body.” He crosses his arms. “Fire?”
“The electrical wiring in some of the old buildings is hazardous.”
“Got it.”
I hit the send button to transmit my instructions, informing my hacker to ensure he can breach all the necessary firewalls and to remain on standby. “Has anyone claimed the bodies of those two bastards?”
