sure there’s one GW employed there,” Kat said, her stomach finally calming down from the stress of having done something so, so wrong. Even if she knew in her heart that she’d done it for the right reasons.
And at least it was turning out to be useful to the guys. Because the whole thing probably would’ve felt a hundred times worse if she’d violated her professional ethics for nothing.
“That’s a plan,” Marz said, minimizing the phone records and opening the personnel document. “This is just like Christmas morning,” he said, excitement plain in his voice. “What could it be?”
As everyone chuckled, Kat smiled and stretched her neck, trying to work out the tension that had built there. Probably a losing proposition. Especially as she could almost swear that she kept feeling Beckett’s gaze skate over her. Like he was keeping an eye on her.
It didn’t take Marz long to work through the list. “Okay, we’ve got a Gene Humphreys Washington, Greta Marie Wendell, and Gordon Andrew Wexler,” Marz said. “And, for the sake of thoroughness, I’m throwing in a George Winston Albert and Gail W. Saunders as two other potential GWs. No one with the initials WCE, though.”
“Five potentials,” Nick said, a deep frown on his face.
Kat leaned her hands against the cold metal on the back of Marz’s folding chair. “Scroll down. There’s a list that notes date of employment and position. That might help rule the five in or out as your GW.”
As everyone watched, Marz moved to that part of the list and checked each of the names. “All the GWs meet the time criteria,” Marz said after a minute. “Washington is listed as a security specialist. Wendell is John Seneka’s executive assistant. And, like Kat said, Wexler is Seneka’s chief operating officer.”
“Two of those people essentially sit at John Seneka’s right hand,” Beckett said, crossing his arms across that big chest. The one that had felt so good to lean against.
“Yup,” Marz said.
“So now we have some new names to research,” Charlie said.
“Yeah,” Marz said. “These are leads we’d never have gotten without Kat.” He peered over his shoulder and looked up at her, then winked. “You Rixeys are good people.”
Kat’s cheeks filled with heat. It was a bit awkward to graciously accept appreciation for having done a not wholly good thing. “Well,” she said, clearing her throat. “Some of us Rixeys are better than others.” She turned on the sass and returned Marz’s wink.
“Dude,” Jeremy said from where his hip leaned against the desk. Hands out, he shook his head. “Don’t diss your own blood.”
Such a screwball. A lovable screwball, to be sure. But a screwball all the same. She stuck her tongue out at him for old times’ sake.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, but a smile played around his mouth. “Good comeback.”
Kat couldn’t help but chuckle, and she appreciated the bit of levity.
Nick smirked and then heaved a deep breath. “All right, people. Then what’s the plan? Because we need to make some serious headway on this Seneka issue before the Ravens decide they’re too damn impatient to keep waiting for us.”
Marz looked at Charlie. “You game to work?” The blond man nodded. “Then Charlie and I will dive into these names and see what we can find. It’s eight o’clock now. Reconvene at, say, eleven?”
“Given how hard it was to find information on Manny Garza, do you think that gives you enough time?” Shane asked. Apparently, after they’d seen Garza working for the Church Gang with their own eyes, they’d researched him every way they could, but the guy had simply been wiped clean from the internet. They’d only proven his connection to Seneka when they learned his address from Manny’s sister Emilie and raided his house. And damnit if that didn’t stir up Kat’s irritation with Nick for not telling her about all of this. Because what if Garza had been there when they’d raided?
And at least it was turning out to be useful to the guys. Because the whole thing probably would’ve felt a hundred times worse if she’d violated her professional ethics for nothing.
“That’s a plan,” Marz said, minimizing the phone records and opening the personnel document. “This is just like Christmas morning,” he said, excitement plain in his voice. “What could it be?”
As everyone chuckled, Kat smiled and stretched her neck, trying to work out the tension that had built there. Probably a losing proposition. Especially as she could almost swear that she kept feeling Beckett’s gaze skate over her. Like he was keeping an eye on her.
It didn’t take Marz long to work through the list. “Okay, we’ve got a Gene Humphreys Washington, Greta Marie Wendell, and Gordon Andrew Wexler,” Marz said. “And, for the sake of thoroughness, I’m throwing in a George Winston Albert and Gail W. Saunders as two other potential GWs. No one with the initials WCE, though.”
“Five potentials,” Nick said, a deep frown on his face.
Kat leaned her hands against the cold metal on the back of Marz’s folding chair. “Scroll down. There’s a list that notes date of employment and position. That might help rule the five in or out as your GW.”
As everyone watched, Marz moved to that part of the list and checked each of the names. “All the GWs meet the time criteria,” Marz said after a minute. “Washington is listed as a security specialist. Wendell is John Seneka’s executive assistant. And, like Kat said, Wexler is Seneka’s chief operating officer.”
“Two of those people essentially sit at John Seneka’s right hand,” Beckett said, crossing his arms across that big chest. The one that had felt so good to lean against.
“Yup,” Marz said.
“So now we have some new names to research,” Charlie said.
“Yeah,” Marz said. “These are leads we’d never have gotten without Kat.” He peered over his shoulder and looked up at her, then winked. “You Rixeys are good people.”
Kat’s cheeks filled with heat. It was a bit awkward to graciously accept appreciation for having done a not wholly good thing. “Well,” she said, clearing her throat. “Some of us Rixeys are better than others.” She turned on the sass and returned Marz’s wink.
“Dude,” Jeremy said from where his hip leaned against the desk. Hands out, he shook his head. “Don’t diss your own blood.”
Such a screwball. A lovable screwball, to be sure. But a screwball all the same. She stuck her tongue out at him for old times’ sake.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, but a smile played around his mouth. “Good comeback.”
Kat couldn’t help but chuckle, and she appreciated the bit of levity.
Nick smirked and then heaved a deep breath. “All right, people. Then what’s the plan? Because we need to make some serious headway on this Seneka issue before the Ravens decide they’re too damn impatient to keep waiting for us.”
Marz looked at Charlie. “You game to work?” The blond man nodded. “Then Charlie and I will dive into these names and see what we can find. It’s eight o’clock now. Reconvene at, say, eleven?”
“Given how hard it was to find information on Manny Garza, do you think that gives you enough time?” Shane asked. Apparently, after they’d seen Garza working for the Church Gang with their own eyes, they’d researched him every way they could, but the guy had simply been wiped clean from the internet. They’d only proven his connection to Seneka when they learned his address from Manny’s sister Emilie and raided his house. And damnit if that didn’t stir up Kat’s irritation with Nick for not telling her about all of this. Because what if Garza had been there when they’d raided?
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