evidence that Seneka and WCE are the same is falling into place. Even if some holes still remain in the wall.”
“Fair enough,” Beckett said, his gaze ping-ponging between the screens of the computers Marz and Charlie worked on.
A few minutes passed in tense silence as everyone hovered, hoping for more useful revelations from Kat’s information. “Wait, guys. The Singapore bank. This is the Singapore bank,” Charlie said, his blue eyes wide as he made a sweep of the group.
Wary hope slithered through Beckett’s gut. A definitive connection between Seneka and WCE would go a long way to ensuring they weren’t unnecessarily making an enemy out of an organization as powerful as Seneka.
“The same bank as Frank’s account?” Nick asked, leaning in.
“Exactly the same,” Charlie said. “God, I called this number myself when I was trying to figure out what the bank statements I was getting were all about.”
“And, look, there are calls in both directions between the bank and the contact number,” Marz said, tracing his finger over the screen.
Kat stepped up next to Nick, seemingly engaging in what they were doing for the first time. “The bank account information you have—the documents that show all the deposits by WCE,” she said. “Can you see if there’s any correlation between deposit dates and calls?”
Damn. That was smart. Beckett nodded. “That would definitely nail things down more if so.”
“Where are the statements, Marz?” Charlie asked.
After what seemed like a lot of shuffling of stacks of papers on his desk, Marz produced a collection of documents held together with a black binder clip. “Right here.” He scooted closer to Charlie and together they pored over them, their gazes pinging back and forth between the statements and the screen.
“Fuck me running,” Marz said. “There’s a call from the bank to the contact number within forty-eight hours of every deposit into Merritt’s account.”
Murmurs of surprise and cautious celebration all around.
Beckett wanted to throw a fist pump. If that was actually the sort of thing he did. And while he was thinking of out-of-character ways of celebrating this really fucking good development, he wanted to kiss Katherine Rixey, too. Without her, they never would’ve gotten their hands on this information. Not easily and not in the time frame they needed, anyway. “Seneka and WCE are connected, then. Have to be. Either they’re one and the same absolutely or WCE is a rogue player inside Seneka. Either way leads to the same result.”
“We have our proof, baby,” Marz said, turning around and grinning.
The whole group engaged in a small celebration. Clasping hands and offering congratulations.
“What happens after the contact phone number goes out of service?” Nick asked, his expression still serious. He wasn’t yet joining in the celebration.
“I was wondering the same thing,” Shane said, arms folded across his chest.
“Let’s take a gander at that,” Marz said, shifting around. “I’ll search for the bank’s phone number and see if it pairs up with any other Seneka extensions.” His fingers clipped over the keyboard. “Nothing.”
“So someone at Seneka was in regular contact with the Singapore bank at which Frank Merritt received the dirty monies from his op, around the days on which he received payments. But once Merritt died, that communication ceased,” Shane said. “Anyone else feeling like that goes way beyond coincidental?”
A round of slow, wary agreements rose up. No one wanted to rush to an unfounded conclusion, but this seemed more and more certain.
Beckett nodded. “I’d say that’s as close to a smoking gun as we’re going to get. Now the question is exactly how we go after an organization as big as Seneka.”
Chapter 8
“W ouldn’t the next step be to identify who or what WCE and GW are? Look at the personnel files. Gordon Wexler is the chief operating officer, so I know for
“Fair enough,” Beckett said, his gaze ping-ponging between the screens of the computers Marz and Charlie worked on.
A few minutes passed in tense silence as everyone hovered, hoping for more useful revelations from Kat’s information. “Wait, guys. The Singapore bank. This is the Singapore bank,” Charlie said, his blue eyes wide as he made a sweep of the group.
Wary hope slithered through Beckett’s gut. A definitive connection between Seneka and WCE would go a long way to ensuring they weren’t unnecessarily making an enemy out of an organization as powerful as Seneka.
“The same bank as Frank’s account?” Nick asked, leaning in.
“Exactly the same,” Charlie said. “God, I called this number myself when I was trying to figure out what the bank statements I was getting were all about.”
“And, look, there are calls in both directions between the bank and the contact number,” Marz said, tracing his finger over the screen.
Kat stepped up next to Nick, seemingly engaging in what they were doing for the first time. “The bank account information you have—the documents that show all the deposits by WCE,” she said. “Can you see if there’s any correlation between deposit dates and calls?”
Damn. That was smart. Beckett nodded. “That would definitely nail things down more if so.”
“Where are the statements, Marz?” Charlie asked.
After what seemed like a lot of shuffling of stacks of papers on his desk, Marz produced a collection of documents held together with a black binder clip. “Right here.” He scooted closer to Charlie and together they pored over them, their gazes pinging back and forth between the statements and the screen.
“Fuck me running,” Marz said. “There’s a call from the bank to the contact number within forty-eight hours of every deposit into Merritt’s account.”
Murmurs of surprise and cautious celebration all around.
Beckett wanted to throw a fist pump. If that was actually the sort of thing he did. And while he was thinking of out-of-character ways of celebrating this really fucking good development, he wanted to kiss Katherine Rixey, too. Without her, they never would’ve gotten their hands on this information. Not easily and not in the time frame they needed, anyway. “Seneka and WCE are connected, then. Have to be. Either they’re one and the same absolutely or WCE is a rogue player inside Seneka. Either way leads to the same result.”
“We have our proof, baby,” Marz said, turning around and grinning.
The whole group engaged in a small celebration. Clasping hands and offering congratulations.
“What happens after the contact phone number goes out of service?” Nick asked, his expression still serious. He wasn’t yet joining in the celebration.
“I was wondering the same thing,” Shane said, arms folded across his chest.
“Let’s take a gander at that,” Marz said, shifting around. “I’ll search for the bank’s phone number and see if it pairs up with any other Seneka extensions.” His fingers clipped over the keyboard. “Nothing.”
“So someone at Seneka was in regular contact with the Singapore bank at which Frank Merritt received the dirty monies from his op, around the days on which he received payments. But once Merritt died, that communication ceased,” Shane said. “Anyone else feeling like that goes way beyond coincidental?”
A round of slow, wary agreements rose up. No one wanted to rush to an unfounded conclusion, but this seemed more and more certain.
Beckett nodded. “I’d say that’s as close to a smoking gun as we’re going to get. Now the question is exactly how we go after an organization as big as Seneka.”
Chapter 8
“W ouldn’t the next step be to identify who or what WCE and GW are? Look at the personnel files. Gordon Wexler is the chief operating officer, so I know for
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