Page 113 of Security Breach
Owen’s mouth curved as he went to the coffee pot to refill his mug and talk to Cal.
Emma stared at her soon-to-be brother-in-law. Had a relationship been brewing between Gigi and Owen while Emma hid from murderers?
Owen’s cell rang. He snatched it up and spoke briefly, grimacing as he ended the call. He looked at Emma and Gigi. “Agent Jordan’s at the gate. He’ll be here in a minute with his flunkies.”
Gigi groaned. “Is it too late for me to cut and run?”
“If you’re too tired to deal with him, go upstairs. He won’t get past me. It’s your call, G.”
“Does that go for me, too?” Emma asked.
Sympathy filled his gaze. “Sorry, Em. You and David are the stars of the hour.”
She blew out a breath. “Lucky us.”
The next two hours passed in agonizing slowness as she and David repeated their story multiple times to Agent Jordan. Brent Maddox and Darren Whitehead listened to the debrief via phone. More than once, David and the FBI agents got into heated arguments about the best way to proceed. Ultimately, Director Whitehead settled the dispute by siding with David.
“But, sir, this is my case,” Jordan protested.
“Enough, Jordan,” Whitehead snapped. “You had more than a year to solve this case. The Montgomery brothers and the Fortress team have come up with a viable plan. Work with them, or you’ll be manning a desk for the foreseeable future. Am I clear?”
The agent’s face flushed red. “Yes, sir,” he muttered.
“David, did you receive the list I sent you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The agents are ready to go at a moment’s notice. Do you need computer support?”
“No, sir. We have Fortress tech support.”
“Good. If you need anything from me, pick up the phone. I’ll get it done.”
“Thank you, Director.”
After Whitehead hung up, Maddox said, “I have Fortress teams ready to assist. When it’s time to scoop up the hunters, call me.”
“Yes, sir. Thanks.” David ended the call and looked at Jordan. “Ready to get to work?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Sure. You can sit this one out.”
Jordan dropped into a chair across from David. “How do you want to do this?”
“Not me. All of us, you included.”
The agent stilled. “You’re not shutting me out?”
“Wells was your agent and your friend.”
Jordan grimaced. “So was Phil Jones. I have no idea how many cases he’s compromised.”
“You’ll find out and do what’s necessary to bring justice to the victims. It’s what we do.”
The agent gave a slight nod.
“Elliot transported Grisham to the hospital in Maple Valley,” David continued. “Find out the names of the Hunt Club members. We’ll rip apart Jerome’s computer records and trace the money.”