you’ll go with me.”
“All right.” The strange thing was , she, the control freak, had no desire to argue with him. For the first time in her life she felt at peace with someone else taking charge.
By the time Regan and Brian arrived, she and Cale were showered and dressed in clean jeans and t-shirts. They helped themselves to pizza. Then Brian pulled a folder from his briefcase.
“Well, boys and girls, I found out some very interesting things today.”
Linnea felt a spark of hope flicker in her chest. Had The Sentinels finally found things the police had missed? Or hadn’t taken the time to look for?
Brian chewed and swallowed a bite of pizza and lifted the top sheet from the pile. “Let’s talk about greasy Gray Fisher first.”
Cale snorted. “That’s a good name for him. Believe me.”
“Graduate of the
University
of
Chicago
with a degree in business. Worked for four foundations before being hired by Gage. I checked newspaper articles on him, and although they were pretty straightforward, it was easy enough to read between the lines. He wasn’t exactly the most popular kid on the block. I looked at the pictures of him and wanted to take a shower. I have no idea how the guy raises any money, but apparently he’s very good at it.”
“That’s it?” Linnea frowned, disappointed. “That’s what you’ve got?”
Brian’s smile had a slight, evil leer to it. “Not quite. I contacted a buddy of mine in the last city where he worked. He runs an agency like ours. Said the too smooth Mr. Fisher left the city under very hush-hush circumstances. It seems he was playing house with the wife of one of the foundation directors. The couple got a very quiet divorce and Fisher left town.”
“Where’s the woman now?” Cale asked.
“Interesting you should ask.” Brian took a swallow of the beer that Linnea had provided. “She seems to have just disappeared off the face of the earth.”
“What?” Linnea’s heart thudded. “You mean , no one knows where she is?”
“You got it. I’ve got Josh working to see if he can pick up any electronic trace of her, although it’s been four years.”
“Who’s Josh?”
“Another Sentinel,” Regan answered. “He gives Brian a run for his money on the computer.” She glanced at her husband. “He’s also an unequalled hacker, something we don’t discuss, right, honey?”
Brian winked at her. “Certainly not with an officer of the court.” He turned back to Linnea . “So he’s hard at work seeing what he can find.” He turned to the next report. “The lawyer for the Foundation is also a real piece of work. Brad McIntyre. Very high-powered tax and corporate law firm. Lives in a seven figure home in a gated community. Belongs to what is euphemistically called a ‘gentleman’s club’, which can mean anything from cards to women.”
“It’s possible his income doesn’t quite keep up with his lifestyle,”
Cal
commented.
Brian nodded. “Again, Josh is working on it. He’ll have something by morning, I’m sure. But we haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”
“Wait until you hear this,” Regan told them.
“Jim Franklin didn’t exactly come here because he was making a career choice.”
Linnea’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“It seems the last place he lived the police were called several times for a domestic violence report. The last time they had to cart his then-girlfriend to the hospital. When she got out, she moved in with two friends and took out a restraining order against him.”
“The guy’s got some bad habits.” Cale’s voice was tight with anger.
Regan had told Linnea once that the Sentinels had enormous respect for women and didn’t take any too kindly to men who abused them.
“D-Do you think he did this?” She wasn’t even sure she wanted to find out. “Maybe killed Cathy and hid her body?”
Cale reached across the table for her hand, squeezed it, then lifted it to his mouth and kissed the