“I don’t know.Before Z assigned me to work for the task force.”
Archer got to his feet, his gaze locked on the screen.“I’ve seen that woman before.”
“Where?”Reese asked.
Archer made his way across the room.“May I?”he asked Baz, gesturing toward the screen.
“Go ahead.”
Reese watched, along with the rest of the team, as Archer flipped through images.He stopped on one and enlarged it before stepping aside.“She was at the funeral.”
“Where’d you get those photos?”Brantley asked.
“They come from various people.We skimmed through social media accounts, gathered up the ones we could find.It’s how we usually identify players,” Simon explained.
Impressive.That was precisely what they would’ve done, but they had programs to do that for them.Which was another reason Reese thought it would be a good idea for Simon to become an official member of the task force.He would have access to the same tools they did.
“There’s another one,” Archer noted.“She’s wearing a hat and glasses.I assume it was a disguise if she wasn’t expected at the funeral.”
Definitely a disguise.Reese didn’t recall seeing her, and considering how she’d disappeared, he would have.
“We saw her, too,” Baz said, his gaze shifting between him and Brantley.“At the diner a few days before the wedding.”
Brantley looked his way, accusation in his eyes.
“This is the first I’m hearing of it,” he told him.
Brantley’s attention returned to Baz.“Who was she with?”
“No one.”
“Did you confront her?”
“JJ wanted to, but I asked her to leave it alone until after the wedding.”His gaze shifted to the monitor where JJ’s face was filling the screen.“Want to add anything to that?”
She shook her head.“I’m takin’ notes.I’ve got a ton of questions, but I figure now’s not the time.”
“If it’s pertinent, ask,” Brantley told her.
“I will.”She gestured toward the screen.“We did see her, and yeah, I wanted to confront her, but Baz convinced me not to.I disagreed, but he was right.We had too much going on at the time.”
Brantley stood.“I need someone to create a timeline of events, starting with Meredith Prescott being approached by the FBI.Fill in everything we have from Holt’s research.Use dates from articles if they’re related.We’ll meet back up tomorrow to continue this.If you’ve got anything that’s hot, keep on it.Otherwise, help Becs and Darius with this.”
Reese wasn’t surprised that Brantley ended the meeting abruptly.They’d received a lot of information.Probably too much to actually do anything with until they had time to sort it out.
“I’ll be at the house,” Brantley said before walking out, not saying anything to anyone else.
Reese sighed.
“He okay?”RT asked, his expression reflecting his concern.
“It’s a lot.”
“It is.”
“When are y’all goin’ back?”Reese asked his brother-in-law.
“Not until we’ve got this situation sorted.”
