Sympathy shone in his green eyes. “You’re here, ain’t ya? I’d call that luck.” His tone held sadness.
Guilt hit her. She might have narrowly escaped with her life, but things could’ve been worse. Far worse. “You’re right.”
He nudged her. “Hey, we all get down in the dumps. You’ve had a rough go. But you’re safe now.”
She turned her attention back to the screen. “Looks like Rex was last seen . . .” She leaned closer, squinting. “I’m not familiar with that address.”
“It’s from one of the main streets. Looks like an ATM camera. Now, I doubled-checked his banking records and?—”
“You what?” She shook her head, bewildered.
“His bank accounts,” he said, as if she hadn’t followed.
“No, I mean, how did you do that?”
“Oh, lass. There’s a lot we can do. Anyway, his accounts show no activity. I suspect he’s using a friend’s bank card here. If we had more time, we’d be able to find out what account was accessed at this time from this location.”
“So it’s a dead end.” Her shoulders slumped.
“Not necessarily. Watch the clip.” He hit a button. Rex entered the frame. The camera was at a slight angle, looking up at his face as he read the ATM screen.
A phone was to his ear.
They couldn’t hear what he was saying. He glanced over his shoulder then back at the machine. He pressed a few buttons, grabbed something from below, and turned away. The whole video wasn’t even thirty seconds.
“Well, what’d you notice?”
She hiked up her eyebrows. “I didn’t know there was a test at the end.”
“Always a test, love,” he said with a laugh.
“Um,” she said, staring at the now-still image of her captor’s face. “He looks nervous. Near the end he glanced around.”
“Good. What else?”
She threw up her arms. “I don’t know. He talked on the phone. That’s all I got. You can’t see anything behind him or?—”
“No, that’s good. Can you read his lips to see what he said on the phone?”
She rolled her eyes. “Who do you think I work for, the CIA?”
He chuckled. “I can read ‘What’s the’ for sure. I’m gonna bet he’s asking whoever’s on the phone what the PIN of the bank card is.”
“That actually makes sense.”
“’Course it does.”
She propped her elbow on the table and placed her chin on her fist. “Still doesn’t give you any more information.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. We’ve got the exact time he was on his phone, and the location. That means we can check the cell towers and find out what phone number he was using and who he called. That tells us a lot.”
Whoa.
She chewed the corner of her mouth. She was learning something new about Phantom Ops and their capabilities at every turn. Part of her wanted to know more—such as who’d hired them to go after Rex in the first place.
A shudder raced over her skin.
Atlas and his team were good people—they’d saved her more than once and were after a heinous man. But they seemed anything but government run. Could they be undercover?
