“Alpacas,” Cam said.
“That’s not arealrancher.” Mack rolled his eyes. “What about the business names I gave you? Any connection between them?”
“The taqueria and liquor store are owned by brothers, otherwise I haven’t found another connection,” Cam said. “I’ve got an algorithm running for that too, and it could still scope some additional data for us.”
Addy set down her pen. “I assume that if you’d found any connection between the senator or these owners and Zamora or Razo, you would’ve already mentioned that?”
“That would’ve been the lead story.” Cam chuckled, then immediately sobered. “On another note, Joshua Ross posted on the 8run site about a coming event that would prove the sovereign citizens’ superiority over the Feds. No details. Just a hint that it would go down very soon.”
“Sounds like he could be buying a minigun,” Mack said, his gut clenching. “We gotta figure it will take time to get the gun from the border to Portland, so the event won’t occur the same day as the arrival of the guns into the country. They might even need time to practice with the weapon. Keep watching for other comments and more specific dates.”
“Already have an alert set,” Cam said. “They say anything and I’ll be notified.”
“Let me know the second you get a post,” Mack ordered.
Cam gave a sharp nod.
“Where do we go from here?” Sean asked.
“Let’s run through our outstanding items.” Mack got out his phone and opened a picture of the whiteboard from Oregon so he didn’t forget a single item. “Let’s start with the metadata.”
“Nothing actionable there,” Cam said. “Dead end.”
Mack moved down the list. “What about personnel files for the cleaning crew?”
“I’ve narrowed it down to one name,” Sean said. “A Sergio Smirnov.”
“Seriously?” Mack asked. “Sounds like a bogus name.”
“That’s because it is.” Sean met Mack’s gaze. “The guy suddenly came to life when he went to work for the cleaning crew. Before that he didn’t exist.”
Interesting.“You have any leads on his real ID?”
Sean shook his head. “I ran the bogus driver’s license picture through facial recognition and got nothing. We’ll have to hope the fingerprints or DNA from the office are his and return a match.”
“I’ll text Harris to follow up.” Addy grabbed her phone, her thumbs flying over the screen. She sat back and stared at the phone as if expecting an immediate reply, but her phone didn’t make a sound.
Mack turned his attention back to the screen.
“No. Oh no.” Kiley looked up, her eyes wide, and she took in a long breath. “This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.”
Addy’s gut clenched, and she fixed her eyes on the screen. “What is it, Kiley? What did you find?”
“Razo,” she said. “He’s not only into gunrunning. He’s alsoa key player in human trafficking. Especially of young girls for prostitution.”
Addy’s stomach knotted. “That’s sick and depraved.”
Kiley’s face paled, and she looked like she might throw up. She shared a look with her team members, and Addy checked them out. Anger darkened Sean’s and Mack’s eyes. Cam crossed his arms and slumped down.
Oh, right.They had to be thinking about the Montgomery girls who were missing. If they were still alive, they could easily have been trafficked, and everyone had to know that.
Kiley took a long breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll dig deeper, but I’m going on record as saying I sure don’t want to.”
Sean turned to face his teammate. “I can take over for you.”
Mack curled his hands into fists. “Or I will.”
“Me too,” Cam said.
