“I can get in, but it has that annoying cool down thing. It’ll take some time.”
“How much time?”
“I mean...” Bowes pressed the side button and the phone illuminated. “Could be a couple of days. I’ll start with some Devils players’ numbers. Looks like he’s a fan.”
“What if we need it sooner?”
Bowes eyed Vaughn.
“What exactly do you need off of it?”
Vaughn considered the question. They didn’t need location data—Aaron had left it behind before heading to the barn. Unlikely that he met up with their unsub beforehand.
“Texts and call logs,” he decided.
Bowes did a little finger gun salute.
“That’s easier. I can use Cellebrite and pull texts and calls in less than a day.”
“Awesome. Thanks—appreciate it. Did you manage to work on that computer we dropped off earlier?”
Even from behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Vaughn could see that Bowes’s eyes were bloodshot. His blood was ninety percent caffeine. No thin coffee for him.
“Yeah.” Bowes grabbed a Ghost energy drink and sipped. Sucked his cheeks in. Vaughn had tried one of the man’s drinks once. It had been so sour that all the muscles in his neck had contracted. “Good news and bad news.”
“Bad first.”
“Right—just like the router and remote gas release valve, I couldn’t trace the email. No way. Just a dead end. The cell number, too.”
“Well, shit... what’s thegoodnews?” Vaughn said.
Bowes finished his drink. “Looks like the computer itself was wiped about six months ago. Found an old user in the system metadata. Before Aaron Treadman, this computer was owned by an Ivy Reeves.”
?Chapter 32
“Guess you didn’tthink you’d see your girlfriend again so soon, huh?”
They were walking down the hallway of Fine Hall again, just a few hours after they’d left.
“How do you manage your time with both a boyfriendanda girlfriend? You ever get them mixed up?”
Darnell was talking about Delaney, of course.
“You gotta lay off the guy.”
“To hell I will. Delaney—”
They turned a corner, and Ivy Reeves nearly ran right into them.
“Sorry,” she said. Then she recognized who they were.
“Detectives Ryan and—”
“Sacker, yeah.”
“Vaughn and Darnell, right?”
Vaughn smiled. “That’s right.”
