Maura started laughing.
“I’m calm, and not feeling particularly murder-y today. I think we’re good.”
Jagger sighed.
“Just stay on the com,” he finally said, realizing he had to let his wife do this.
This was her thing.
The Major was in control even though he’d give anything to do this for her. With baby on board, he’d rather have her locked down in Area Fifty-Two until delivery.
“Merry, give me everything you have on this business,” Maura said. “I know you’ve been doing a deep dive on it. What have we found that might be helpful?”
The woman did what the Major asked.
She wasn’t questioning Maura because she wasn’t criminally insane.
“It was opened two years ago, and they specialize in dry cleaning and Chinese laundry. You know, drop your shit off, and they iron and fold for you for same day pickup.”
Thus, she got from the name.
“Gotcha. And?”
Merry gave her everything else.
“It was opened by someone named Chuen Yee. I’m currently using MATE to get anything we can on that individual, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.”
She got it.
“He’s not going to be an American, so I’m going to take a wild guess and say that Fang brought him here via the underground.”
That was looking like a possibility.
Greyson had been quiet.
Well, until now.
“Can we tie Chuen Yee to Fang?” Greyson asked, from where he was standing near Merry. “If we can, we might be able to use anything he knows to keep working this.”
On that, they agreed.
“I’m working on it. It’s going to take a bit,” Merry said. “All I know is that he is DEFINITELY not an American. I can’t find that name in any birth record search. Or school records. Or police databases.”
This definitely looked like something Fang would have been all over.
That was likely the answer.
“What do we think is coming in and out of this business?” Maura inquired. “What’s it benefiting Fang with?” she asked so they’d have something to look for inside.
“Money laundering,” Merry said, finding something. “I just ran the parent company, and there are seventy-nine locations across the country, mostly isolated to port cities in Cali, New York, Baltimore, Boston, and here.”
Heath laughed and looked around when no one else was joining him.
“Is no one going to find it amusing that they are laundering money through a dry cleaner? Or is it just me who is amused?”
Dimitri rolled his eyes.
That said it all.