Page 51 of Charmed Forces
“We should do the same,” said Solomon as he pointed to his vehicle.
I frowned. “But Daniel didn’t do it! There won’t be anything for us to find.”
“Exactly,” agreed Solomon. “Let’s make sure of that.”
“I feel weird about diving deep into Daniel’s finances. We don’t really discuss that stuff. I can guess what his salary is, and Alice’s, but I don’t know their mortgage or savings or any of that.”
“You’ll feel weirder visiting him in jail,” said Garrett. “I think he’ll forgive you for knowing what kind of crap he bought with his credit card.”
“Good point.”
We were parked in a spot next to Solomon’s vehicle. Garrett had switched the engine off and the car was heating up with the warmth outside.
“Is there anything else we need to know?” I asked. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Solomon’s phone rang. He held it to his ear, answering tersely.
“I need to go,” he said. “My contact might have some information.”
“Should I ask who or what?” asked Garrett.
“Probably not,” said Solomon. “Lexi, I can take you to the agency but I’m going in the opposite direction. Or you can take my car and I’ll wait for a ride?”
“I’ll get an Uber,” I said. If Solomon’s intel was viable, I didn’t want him to waste a second.
“I’ll drive you wherever you need to go,” said Garrett. “It’s not like I’m in any hurry to go anywhere, what with my new job as a glorified desk clerk. Although taking those personal days is starting to look more appealing.”
“Slash spy for me,” I said.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” said Garrett.
“But youaregoing to spy for us?” I persisted.
He frowned. “I’m not even going to reply to that.”
“These two undercovers with the DEA,” I started, “is there any way we can speak to them?”
“I don’t know who they are. I doubt anyone on Daniel’s witness protection squad did either. If I were running that operation, I’d want isolated pockets of information so no one could turn on anyone else, should the worst happen. DEA doing the undercover work over here; MPD doing protection over there. US Marshals doing the witness relocation over there,” replied Garrett as he gestured with his hands. “No one knows the whole op except for the big boss.”
“Any chance we can speak to the big boss?” asked Solomon.
“I don’t know who that is either but I’m told it’s under the DEA’s purview. I’ll let you know if I hear anything more on it.”
“I don’t think we should rely on that avenue as having any possible opening,” said Solomon to me. “I’ll catch up with you later. Thanks for the lift, Garrett.”
“No problem.”
Solomon hopped out of the car and a moment later, he was behind the steering wheel of his own vehicle.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go,” said Garrett. “No need to call a cab.”
“McGinney’s house, if you know it, then the agency,” I said. “Can we put the sirens on?”
“Not on your life.”
“Spoilsport.”
Chapter Eleven
Anne McGinney’s house was a bust. No one was home so I shoved a card in the mail slot and asked her to call me before Garrett took me to the agency, once again refusing to use the siren or flashing lights.