Mystery Man(143)
Elvira had moved to her computer. “Let me work on this,” she mumbled.
“Work on what?” Tracy asked.
“I’ll pull together a file, talk to some boys, see what they got in places I can’t look. There isn’t much I can’t access but Hawk kept the Ginger shit and therefore the Roarke shit under heavy password. Zero access except him and Jorge. That don’t mean boys don’t know shit and Jorge disappeared this mornin’, off-line. He won’t know I’m tryin’ to hack.”
I looked back out at the commandos. It seemed a skeleton crew but it was business as usual. They didn’t know their boss was hanging unconscious somewhere, bleeding from his ear.
What did that mean, blood coming from your ear?
I shook my head to clear this thought and looked back at Elvira.
“Do it,” I ordered. “But proceed with caution and if you think they can help, you give it to them and mobilize but only if you think they won’t go commando and put Hawk in jeopardy.” Elvira nodded her answer to me but she did it looking at the computer screen and I turned to Cam. “But Lawson doesn’t know, nor Leo.”
“Babe, I love you and I know you care a lot about Hawk but you gotta let the cops in on this,” Cam warned.
“No!” I snapped. “No cops. I’m already taking enough chance with you being here. They’re probably watching me.”
“Oh God, do you think that’s true?” Tracy asked.
“Yes,” I replied immediately and then turned to Elvira. “You get anything, call me, I’ve gotta go.”
“Where?” Elvira asked, her eyes not leaving the computer screen.
“Nightingale Investigations,” I answered.
“Shit,” Cam muttered.
“I’ll come with,” Tracy offered and I looked at her.
“No, babe,” I told her.
“I’m coming with,” Tracy repeated.
“No, Trace, this is dangerous. Stay here, maybe you can help Elvira,” I suggested knowing this wasn’t true.
Elvira’s fingers flew over the keyboard.
“I’m coming with,” Tracy stated again.
“Trace –” I started but stopped when she grabbed my hand.
“I’m… coming… with.”
I stared into her eyes.
Then I whispered, “Okay.”
“Shit,” Cam muttered again.
* * * * *
Tracy sat next to me in my car. I drove and tried to be focused as panic threatened to overwhelm me. Tracy was beeping buttons on her phone.
Then the beeping stopped and she put the phone to her ear.
“Troy?” I heard her say and nearly ran off the road.
My eyes flew to her. “Trace! What are you –?”
She waved a hand at me and I looked back at the road.
Tracy kept talking. “Yeah, listen, now’s not a good time. You know those baddies who were after Ginger?” Pause. “Well, they have Hawk.”
“Tracy!” I cried.
She ignored me. “I know, I know, they want to trade him for Ginger and I need you to do your thing, find any properties owned by Nelson Roarke or any owned by any companies he’s involved with.”
Wow. That was a good idea.
That would also probably ping on some Federal Bureau of Investigation Super Nerd Computer in the basement of some federal building.
“Trace,” I tried again.
“No, of course we’re not going to do anything stupid,” she lied through her teeth.
I closed my eyes then quickly opened them and turned off Speer heading to 15th.
“Okay, if you don’t want to help, don’t help. But if something happens to Hawk and Gwen gains seventy pounds by going on a diet of pure cookie dough, don’t come to Nordstrom’s and expect to use my employee discount!” she snapped then flipped her phone closed and stated, “He’ll run the searches. He likes Armani suits.”
“I can’t believe you did that, Trace, he could get into trouble.”
“Well, sure, but Hawk could also get dead.”
This was true.
I whimpered.
Tracy’s voice got soft. “It’s going to be okay, babe.”
I pressed my lips together and turned on 15th.
* * * * *
My phone rang when we were on the sidewalk; I saw it said Tack Calling so I looked at Tracy.
“Can you get us coffees? I have to take this.”
She looked at my phone then at me then she nodded and headed toward The Market on Larimer.
I flipped the phone open and put it to my ear.
“Tack.”
“Peaches, how long they give you?” he asked.
“They didn’t,” I answered.
There was silence then, “All right, babe, there’s bad news and that’s all I got.”