Page 60 of Sam's Salvation

With a groan, Max scooped up his phone. “Y’all are going to have to help me come up with a nickname, I think.”

Dean chuckled. “I’m not sure what we come up with will be any better.”

“It won’t,” Sam said, coming to sit next to Audra. “Let’s start digging into Audra’s intelligence. Give Asher a guide for his name choices.”

Max and Dean grabbed their laptops.

Sam leaned closer as Audra opened her computer and logged in. “I’d log in on my phone, but the screen’s too tiny for me to do much.”

She agreed, remembering what a nightmare that had been.

“Can you give us your login info?” Dean asked. “It’ll be easier than you emailing us files.”

She bit her lip. It bothered her to give out that information, but she knew he was right. “Fine.” She gave them the IP address, then walked them through logging in. Once their computers were connected, she split the files between them.

Two hours later, Audra pushed the computer onto Sam’s lap and scooted toward the edge of the bed. “I need to move around.” Her hip still ached from the long flight and from sitting on the bed, not moving, for so long. Plus, she was thirsty. “Anyone want a drink?” There was a small store in the lobby of their hotel. She’d meander down there and get a soda or something. The break would let her mull over all the stuff she and Sam had looked through. There was something there. A pattern she was missing. There had to be.

“I’ll go with you.” Sam got up.

They left the room and wandered down to the elevator.

“How’re you doing?” Sam asked as he stabbed the down button.

“I’m fine.”

He let out a snort. “No. I can hear your mind working. And I saw your limp.”

“So my hip hurts? Sue me. I got hit by a car.” She didn’t know why she was so snippy all of a sudden. Exhaustion was part of it. And frustration, if she was honest.

“Hey.” He laid a hand on her shoulder and turned her, a frown on his face. “Talk to me, Aud.”

“I’m fine, Sam. Tired and ready for this to be over.” She forced her mind onto the files they’d poured over for the last couple of hours. “What are we missing? Liam’s got his fingers in a lot of pies, but I don’t see any holes in his distribution network. Why would he need the Powells?”

Sam’s frown deepened for a moment. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to keep talking about her and how she was doing. But he let it go with a sigh. “Let’s go over what we know.”

The elevator dinged, and they stepped into the empty car.

“He launders money through the restaurant and several other legitimate businesses.” She held up a hand and ticked things off as she went. “Drugs—of all kinds—flow through the restaurant as well. And through his nightclub. There have been a few people to disappear in the year I’ve been here, so they’re likely at the bottom of Lake Mead or some other deep body of water. Hell, he might have dumped them out in the desert too. Nevada’s a great place to dump a body.”

“Maybe he’s looking to expand.”

“To where? And into what? I didn’t get deep enough into the Powells’ business to find out their major shipping hubs. They have several warehouses in the city, so it’s not a small operation.”

“No. Hopefully, Asher can find us something there. It might be the missing piece.”

Audra sighed and leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms. “Yeah.” She raised a hand and rubbed at the ache between her eyes.

Sam stepped closer. He framed her face in his hands. “We’ll figure it out, Aud. The Wagner Brigade—we haven’t failed yet.”

She raised an eyebrow. “The Wagner Brigade?”

He grinned. “It’s a nickname Edie gave us. We all ended up together down in Costa Rica one way or another because of Ford.”

She smiled back. “I like it. It’s catchy.”

“Tell that to Ford. He rolls his eyes every time she says it.”

Audra chuckled and laid her hands on his chest. “You should make t-shirts.”