He leafed through the file on the man. The material was of course out of date. They had stopped collecting data on him about a year ago.
"Perhaps we should have kept on top of him," Cameron mused to himself. The empty room did not answer. He silently cursed himself. It seemed like such an obvious oversight at this point. Especially given how things had gone wrong with her. He looked around and noted no phone in the archive room, so he slid the drawer shut and took the file with him back to his office.
He cursed aloud when he entered his office and remembered he'd ripped the phone from the wall. "Screw protocol, even if it is my own," he said as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
"Hey boss," Jimmy said as he answered his phone.
"Jimmy I need..."
"Nothing yet. It's going to take a while for the searches and even then..."
"Silence."
Jimmy did as instructed.
"I know who he is."
"Really?"
"Nathan King. He was her husband from several years back."
"Really?"
"He and Paige ran an online sports equipment store. At least that was what they did back then. I need you to find out what he is up to now. More importantly I need you to track him down, now."
"Should be no problem," Jimmy said. "Especially if he hasn't made any radical changes. Just give me a moment to try and access the older database. Still haven't got direct access back."
Cameron could hear the wild clicking if keys through the phone.
"Her husband. Wow, who would have seen that coming?"
Cameron grunted in response.
"I mean, what are those odds like? Probably more likely to get struck by lightning twice than..."
"Yes, wild odds, Jimmy. Please, every second counts."
"Sorry, I am having issues. Like I said, access is blocked for some reason. I am having to do work arounds."
Cameron coughed and quietly cursed Dillinger. "Yes, there are some major issues happening. I am afraid you won't have direct access for a while. Is that going to be a problem?"
"Major issues? Anything..."
"Nothing you need to be concerned with, however do not leave a trail. Understood?"
"Sure, but that is going to mean things will take a little longer."
"Just the best you can manage, Jimmy."
"Okay, I am in. Still using the same credit cards, pulling up his latest transactions. The Gap, United Airlines. Last purchase was two tickets to...wow, ready for this? Providence, Rhode Island. "
"They're coming here? When?" he asked, glancing at his watch.
"Looks like it leaves within the hour. You want me to stop them?"
"What?"
"I can slip them onto the no fly list. Push out a security alert on them and have airport security notified."
So easy. Only a day ago that is exactly what he would have done or something very similar. However he knew he couldn't pull that off now. Dillinger had seen to that.
"No, Jimmy, I am afraid it is not going to be that easy."
Jimmy could hear exactly what his boss wasn't saying and so remained quiet. He could tell the man was angry and had no desire to have any of that anger directed his way.
"Keep him under your digital thumb, so to speak. I'll get back to you."
"Want me to bring in some help?" He already knew the answer, but decided he needed to keep up appearances. Plus, he knew it would irritate Cameron, without actually coming back on him.
"No," Cameron said. He knew what Jimmy was asking, but with the insanity of the situation he did not know how many people he could trust. Dillinger could and likely did have his people any and everywhere. He wouldn't put it past Dillinger to intentionally screw him over, heck for all he knew he had arranged all of this. The thought angered him so much he almost dropped the phone. The more he considered it the more certain he was right. Of course he had. Dillinger had arranged for this King fellow to stumble upon his wife. There was no way that this had been a coincidence. It had to be Dillinger.
"No. I need you to be the only eyes on this Jimmy. Can you do that for me?"
Jimmy reached down to the mini-fridge under his desk, pulled out and popped open a can of Red Bull. "I'm your man, Mr. Kassar."
"Good."
Cameron ended the call and cursed aloud to the empty room. This should be an easy fix. A phone call or two and he should be able to make the entire situation disappear. Damn Dillinger. Now he was going to have to get his hands dirty. The thought of that did not bother him, he enjoyed a little hands-on work every now and then, but he knew he was going to need some help. Again, this wouldn't have been a problem just a day or so ago, but now he was cut off, as Dillinger had put it. Well he would just have to work with what he had.