“Marcus Calloway.”
“The signature at the bottom...” Brandt pointed. “Garrett Sterling signed off on all of these orders. Is he the man in charge of Alpenhorn?”
“He’s a member of the State Department where Marcus Calloway worked,” Cate said. “He may or may not be involved in the money laundering. If you notice, the signature appears to have been stamped.”
“I have been searching for Herr Calloway,” Brandt said. “He always manages to slip into Zurich undetected.”
“Now he has even more reason to lie low,” Cate said. “Since he’s framed his wife for his death, he won’t want to be found alive.”
Draco’s cell phone chirped. He pulled it from his pocket and frowned down at the screen. “Dmytro and Lucie got a hit.”
Cate and Lena Brandt shot a glance toward Draco.
He looked up. “Marcus Calloway was in Zurich as of three days ago. He showed up on historical footage, standing on a tram platform, holding a cup of coffee.”
Cate’s hands clenched into fists. “So, he’s alive.”
“If he’s still alive,” Brandt said, “he might have been the one who took out Brunner.”
“Or he might be the next target of the one who eliminated the banker,” Draco said.
“Either way, we need to find him, dead or alive,” Cate said. “The footage might be used to clear my friend, but a real live, supposedly dead husband would be better. He needs to pay for what he’s put Dana through.”
“And for money laundering and potentially murder,” Brandt added.
Another chirp from Draco’s phone had all three of them looking at the phone.
“They’re going to continue to run the facial recognition software over footage attained in the vicinity of that tram stop and see if they find him again. If they have enough findings, they hope to nail his location or find him somewhere nearby. They’ll keep us up to date on their progress.” He pocketed his cell phone and faced both women. “So, what’s it to be? Are you two joining efforts to find Marcus and take out the man in charge?”
Brandt met Cate’s gaze. “I could use all the help I can get. I would also like to be in the loop if you hear more information on the whereabouts of Marcus Calloway.”
Cate nodded. “Sharing needs to go both ways.”
Brandt nodded. “Deal.” She held out her hand.
Though she was still not entirely ready to trust the woman, Cate shook her hand. Having a contact on the local police force could prove beneficial.
“Since we’ll be working together, let me formerly introduce you to my...partner, Draco Thornton. He works for an organization called Stealth Operations Specialists. We’re working closely with the Brotherhood Protectors International based here in Zurich.”
Brandt shook Draco’s hand. “I have heard of the Brotherhood. They have a good reputation in Europe.” She dipped her head toward Draco. “Pleasure to meet you.”
The inspector placed a card in Cate’s hand. “My cell phone number. Call me if you hear anything that might relate to this case or if you need my help researching something in Zurich.”
“Thank you, Inspector Brandt,” Cate said.
Brandt turned to Draco. “Be careful. The closer we get to the truth, the more desperate they might become.” She left the room, leaving silence in her wake.
Cate stared at the documents lying on the bed. “Did you want to go over these again?”
“No,” Draco said. “I think we should call it a night. I don’t know about you, but I’m too tired to take it all in. We can start fresh in the morning.”
“And maybe Dmytro and Lucie will have more on Marcus’s whereabouts.” Cate glanced at the time on her cell phone. “I wish I could call Dana and let her know they found Marcus alive as of three days ago. But then, we don’t have the full picture. I don’t want to get her hopes up.” Cate gathered the envelopes.
Draco held the satchel open while she tucked them in with the ledger.
Her fingers brushed against his, sending a spark of warmth throughout her body. She looked up into his eyes, a rush of longing making her sway toward him. “How does a man who promised to love, honor and cherish frame his wife for his own murder? What switch flipped inside him to make him such a monster?”
Draco pulled her close and stroked her back. “I don’t know.”
