“Do you know a man named Bruno Razo?” Mack asked.
Addy knew he was hoping the name would spark a response. And it did. The guy paled, which told them far more than words ever would.
Yahontov recovered and lifted his chin. “Nah. Should I?”
“We think you’reconsultingfor him,” Sean said.
Yahontov shook his head, then clasped his hands in his lap and chewed on his lip.
Kiley tapped his computer. “If we were to look at your hard drives, we wouldn’t find any information on Razo, would we? Nothing about cutting internet cables in the ocean?”
Yahontov gulped. “No.”
Mack, his expression tight and deadly, moved closer to Yahontov. “If you lie to us, and we find out, we’ll not only charge you with anything illegal you’re doing for Razo but add a charge for obstructing our investigation.”
“Fine,” he said, running his palms over his legs. “So I helped him find a few cables. If they were cut, it was all him.”
“And which cables might those be?” Addy held her breath for the answer, as it could lead them straight to Razo.
Yahontov blinked a few times. Ran his gaze over the group. Shook his head. “I can’t say. He’ll kill me if I do.”
“Might as well speak.” Mack moved even closer to Yahontov. “We’ll be taking you in and getting a warrant to search this place and review your computers. Means we’re bound to find the information anyway. Why not make it easier for yourself?”
“I...” He sighed. “I can’t talk. Just can’t. So I guess that’s what you’ll have to do.”
Sean took out his cuffs. “Stand up.”
Instead of standing, Yahontov shoved his hand into his pocket and rolled off the sofa.
Addy drew her gun, as did the others. But he shot forward, reaching out to the computers, a large red key, not a gun, in his hand. He shoved the key into the USB port on the main computer.
“He’s trying to erase data.” Kiley jerked him away, put a knee in his back, and yanked out the key.
“Let me take a look.” Sean rushed over to the computer and woke it up. “You caught it in time.”
Mack cuffed Yahontov and hauled him to his feet. “Thanks for letting us know which machine to look at first. I personally would’ve started with the laptop.”
Yahontov glared at Mack. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with here. He’s going to kill me just for talking to you. Putting me in jail guarantees that.”
“A risk we’re willing to take.” Mack dragged Yahontov toward the door. “And if you’re going to die anyway, you might consider telling us exactly what Razo is up to.”
Chapter 16
ADDY WAS DISAPPOINTEDthat they came away from Yahontov’s interview with so little information, and that Cam had imaged Yahontov’s hard drives but the data was encrypted and would take time to crack. She flipped through the remaining surveillance photos, looking for anything to help find Zamora, her head pounding and begging her to take a break, but she wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not yet. Three days to find the guns before they were deployed in the U.S. Not even three whole days anymore, as the hours were racing by and they’d passed the end of a normal workday. Not that they would quit working. They couldn’t.
She closed her eyes to search her memories, to comb and sift through any fragments. Just like Dr. Galt told her to do. She didn’t know if she’d remembered everything or if there were key elements she was forgetting. And if so, why? Dr. Galt had said since the hypnosis had worked so well that if there were any details missing, they might be connected to further trauma her brain simply didn’t want to remember. There could be some trauma surrounding Zamora, she supposed. But what?
Bear trotted across the family room to join her, his eyes pleading with her. He wanted to sit on her lap again. If time wasn’t of the essence, she would move to the sofa or a comfy chair and let him climb up. But time was their most valuable commodity right now, and she had to use every second wisely. She ruffled his neck and gave him a kiss.
“Bed.” She pointed across the room.
Head hanging, he trudged back to his bed and curled up, his eyes remaining fixed on her.
Mack came down the stairs with a tray filled with spaghetti, green beans, and garlic bread, the pungent smell making her mouth water. He loved to cook and often did so to clear his head and make a plan. Kiley followed with another tray, this one holding dishes and utensils.
They set them on the far side of the table.
Cam stepped over to them, grabbed a plate, and started filling it with food. “I’m starved.”
