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“Thanks for the message.” Prescott ended the call and made another.
His accounting director answered. “Hershel Jones.”
“Hey, Hershel, it’s Prescott. I need to know how much money was paid to TopCon.”
“Got it,” replied the director.
“And who signed off on those payments,” Prescott added.
“When do you need this, and please don’t say ‘now’?”
“When can you get it to me?”
“Mid-week, next week,” said the director.
“Keep this between us?”
“Of course,” Hershel replied.
Prescott hung up, then slid his gaze to Jacqueline. She was reading something on her laptop.
Truth was, he was absolutely crazy about her. He always lived life on full thrusters, but the past several weeks had been total mayhem. And now, a fucking clown? He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Jacqueline wasn’t in ALPHA. Her life shouldn’t be in danger, so was that drive-by unrelated? Or was it somehow connected to everything they were chasing?
BING!
The program had found a match. The gray vehicle was owned by a woman in Silver Spring, but her car had been reported stolen a week ago.
“Hey, babe,” he said.
She flicked her gaze in his direction and smiled. “Am I your babe?”
“My babe,” he confirmed.
“I love that so much. I’ve never been anyone’s babe. Well, no one I cared this much about.”
He pointed to himself. “Point goes to me.”
She pushed off the sofa, sat in his lap, and dropped several doting kisses on his lips. “A zillion points.” Her smile had him breathing easier. “What did you find?”
“The gray car was stolen. As much as I want to call the police, I think we’re gonna let the clown think he’s got the upper hand.”
“Well, he kinda does.”
Prescott flashed a devilish smile. “No, he doesn’t. I’m a trained killer and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
Her tight shoulders relaxed. “Oh, wow. Thank you.”
“Computer, if a gray, four-door car with a Maryland license plate passes by the house, let me know.”
“Yes, Prescott,” replied the computer.
“Computer, if you see someone outside in a scary clown outfit, let me know.”
“Yes, Prescott,” the computer repeated.
“I haven’t finished researching the final Op, but I don’t think she’s guilty of killing Gloria or Bert,” Jack said. “I’ll review the cases Gloria and Bert testified against. Hopefully, I’ll have more luck.”
“This is taking too fucking long.”
