To Russia With Love (Countermeasure Series) by Cecilia Aubrey, Chris Almeida Read Free Book Online Page B

senses tingled when something didn’t jive. She had her own type of sixth sense. The scar on her hip ached again, an indication that things would get a lot more interesting.
    With a sense of accomplishment, she lifted the tray and walked back upstairs into the office. Trevor looked up when she entered and grinned at her when she handed him his plate and a pint of Guinness to chase the food down. “Brilliant, love. I’m famished.”
    She took a bite from her own sandwich and relaxed back in her chair with her feet propped against her desk. “Did you find anything while I was downstairs?”
    Cassandra watched Trevor bite down on his sandwich with gusto and nod in appreciation as he chewed. She couldn’t help but smile as he swallowed and chased it down with a big gulp of his beer. “That’s really good, love. It hit the spot.” Trevor tossed the last bite in his mouth and licked his fingers. “To answer your question, no, I haven’t. Nothing so far. I hope we can get through this process quickly so we can get to Prague and find out if Mucha has the information I need.”
    Cassandra’s heart twisted in her chest when she saw sadness invade Trevor’s features. She immediately dropped her feet to the floor, set her plate aside, and made her way around the desks. His chair creaked under the weight of her hands as she turned it and leaned on its arms. “Patience, love.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips and gazed into his turbulent eyes. “We’ll find what we need. We will make the meeting in Prague, just as planned.”
    Trevor exhaled harshly and scrubbed his fingers through his hair. He stared into Cassandra’s confident eyes and saw the rock-solid strength and determination that had grounded him in his pursuit of the truth. “I know. I just wish…never mind. Back to work. The faster we ID the mole the better. It’s a small company. If we’re really lucky, we’ll end up with only a few possible suspects.” As Cassandra straightened, Trevor trailed his fingers down her arm and gripped her hand, stopping her. “Thank you.” She smiled softly in silent acquiescence of the meaning behind his words.
    Some time later, Trevor looked up from his screen, satisfaction glowing in his eyes. “I think I might have found something.” His voice held a rasp of excitement. “An employee accessed a number of sites with . ru , . ua and . ge extensions.”
    Cassandra raised her eyebrows and whistled. “All former Soviet Union countries—Russia, Ukraine, and Georgia.”
    “Yep. And everybody in this field knows how heavily tied to online fraud those counties are.”
    Trevor stared pensively at his screen. “How about you do a full background check on this guy? His name is Andrey Tomlin. Check company records on him, too. Need to know if he’s a disgruntled employee or something. I’ll focus on finishing the last of the files.”
    Cassandra nodded absently as she jotted his name in her notebook. Working side by side with her had proved to be interesting. He always looked forward to the thrill of having her around during the action. She was definitely a big asset, both behind the scenes and in the field. Cassandra’s frown and look of implacable determination as she focused on the background check amused him to no end. Note to self: find ways to remove that frown from her face later. While she continued her work, Trevor turned his attention to the remaining logs.
    Cassandra was determined to find something that would establish a possible motive. Her fingers pounded a staccato rhythm across the keys as she initiated several financial and medical queries. Next, she opened Tomlin’s HR file. It contained some minor disciplinary actions for misuse of company credit cards. So, Mr. Tomlin, do you have cash-flow issues?
    A little while later, Cassandra eyed the clock on the computer and a wide smile filled her face as she glanced at Trevor. “Done. I packaged it nice and shiny for you. Saved it to the shared drive. He’s