Hawk nodded once, like something was clicking into place.
He returned his gaze to the screen, and I flipped frantically through the pages in my hand, looking for the dates bookending the break-in at the house.
A moment later, Hawk broke into my thoughts. “I think I got it. Incoming flight from Dubrovnik the morning of the break-in. Plane was here for less than twenty-four hours before it took off again.”
“Is there a name?” Vigo asked.
“No name.” Hawk looked from me to Vigo and back again. “But there is a tail number.”
“What’s the date on that ground handling paperwork?” I asked.
“November 2nd. Why?”
I shuffled the client services paperwork in front of me. “I’ve got a packet for a Baltic Meridian Group on the same day. There’s a request for something called Beluga Gold.”
“Vodka,” Vigo said. “Expensive Russian vodka.”
“That’s not all. They also requested Acqua Panna bottled water.” I looked at Hawk. “And Sobranie cigarettes.”
“They were here,” Vigo said. “They were fucking here.”
“And now we have a tail number for the plane,” I said.
“Take pictures of everything,” Hawk told me.
He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of the computer screen, documenting the ground paperwork that included the tail number of Dimitri’s plane.
It only took a couple minutes. When we were done, I returned the folder to the file cabinet and closed it up, then joined Hawk and Vigo by the door.
“I hope Jagger’s okay,” I said.
“Jagger’ll talk circles around that nerd Martin,” Hawk said.
Vigo cracked the door and peered into the hall, then stepped out of the room.
I followed him into the hall with Hawk on my heels.
Hawk had just turned to shut the door behind him when the security guard rounded the corner.
He froze, his gaze dropping from us to the half-open office door behind Hawk.
“Hey!”
Vigo grabbed my hand. “Go, go, go!”
I was surprised I could stay upright running in my heels, but it was amazing what you could do faced with imminent jail time.
Hawk fell into pace behind us, covering our backs as Vigo pulled me toward the exit.
The girl I’d passed earlier walked into the hall and stopped cold, her mouth hanging open as we flew past her.
“Sorry I ignored you earlier!” I called out. “Thank you!”
“Why are you thanking her?” Vigo asked.
“I don’t know! Just for… her work?” I was already out of breath and we hadn’t even left the building.
“Stop them!” the security guard yelled behind us.
