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“But the video?” Kennedy asked.
“She’s going to have her cousin Mackenzie give me a call. If only Londyn had caught the anthrax investigation, we might know more about what’s going on from their side.”
“Wouldn’t the police have looked at this video by now? I’m surprised they haven’t asked if I know this guy.”
“Maybe they haven’t seen the footage yet, but trust me.” He met her gaze and held it. “The minute they think you can help with their investigation, you’ll be hearing from them.”
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Erik hung up with Detective Johnson. It was almost as if the guy had known they were talking about him, because he’d called just a few minutes later. Erik shared the information about inDents, but Johnson wouldn’t promise to follow up on it. On the bright side, Johnson did confirm that the Veritas staff could continue with their evidence evaluations as long as they reported to him and him alone.
Erik wanted the results. How he wanted them. But he’d rather the evidence remained in-house and was properly processed more than anything else. So he notified Sierra, Maya, and Emory, then he and Kennedy continued reviewing videos. She hadn’t said a word, but a few loudly expelled breaths and a tight expression told him she hadn’t found anything else.
She looked up from across the dining table, catching him watching her. He thought to look away but held her gaze.
“While we wait for the files from Mackenzie, I’m going to move on to reviewing the GPS data from your mother’s phone,” he said.
“I doubt she used GPS. Not with her avoidance of most technology.”
“She wouldn’t have to do anything. Many phones default to on for frequent locations, so if what you say is true about her not being proficient in technology, she most likely didn’t turn it off. Means we’ll have a list of the places she’d recently visited.”
Kennedy shook her head. “I didn't realize that, and I’m sure my mom wouldn’t have either. So I doubt she turned it off. I sure didn’t help her do it, but Finley might have.”
“We’ll soon see.” He turned his attention back to his computer and navigated to the files he’d uploaded from Wanda’s phone to run a JavaScript he’d gotten from Nick at Veritas. “GPS is on. We have a long list of addresses. We’ll have to check them on a map to find out what’s at each location.”
“Can I help?” She stared at Erik with eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Sure.” He was already creating a secure text to her so he didn’t keep looking into those enchanting brown eyes. “I’m texting you a link on our server for the spreadsheet with the data. I sorted by location. You can open it on your computer, and we’ll share the document in real time so we can see each other’s work.”
She clicked on her keyboard and looked up. “The first is the lab.”
He noted the location and filled in all the correct cells on the spreadsheet. “Go ahead and take the first half, and I’ll do the second. Enter the place that she visited in the spreadsheet, and then we can review them.”
She focused on her screen with a deep intensity. An adorable little line formed between her eyebrows, and she pursed her lips. Working with her had been great so far. Another surprise for sure. He didn’t expect to ever enjoy her company again, but the silence in the room was easy. Not at all forced, as he might have guessed it would be. More like the easygoing days when they sat across a table doing homework in college.
He flashed back to those times. The work was often interrupted with kissing. Sometimes he’d initiated those kisses. Other times, it had been Kennedy leaning across the table.
Lips locking. Work forgotten.
No. This is just torture.He shook his head to clear her from it. That was not going to happen here. No way.
He dragged his focus back to the computer and entered addresses into a map program. The first locations were places he would expect. Grocery store, post office, home. And frequent stops at restaurants for very short periods of time. Likely takeout.
“Done,” Kennedy said an hour later. “Man, she got a lot of takeout, which I guess her credit card confirms.”
“Indeed.” He scanned the completed list. “Only two unexplained stops. The one in Tigard, which she visited often. It’s an apartment complex.”
“That’s Finley’s apartment.”
“Okay, so that leaves one location in question. It’s in Sherwood. Let me map it and take a look at the place.” He entered the address in the map program and clicked on the street view. “It’s a house. Know anyone out there?”
“Maybe Finley does. I’ll text her and ask.” Kennedy sent the text.
“While we wait for a reply, I’ll get started reviewing the image I took of your mom’s computer.”
Kennedy sighed and started twirling her hair.
He met her anxious gaze. “What’s wrong?”
