Maura interrupted that.
“That we know of,” Maura said.
Greyson reminded them of one thing.
“We took out Fang Yan, back in Boston, but his number one side kick wasn’t there. His family is wiped, but we have to find him. You have a Chinese problem here, and that can be dangerous.”
Maura was curious.
“And he’d be here? Do you know that for sure?”
He nodded.
“He’d send his number one here to get the port ready. You’ve been having a Chinese issue a lot lately. I’m going to bet it’s his BFF that’s making your life hell.”
Great.
“And what do we know about him?” Dakota asked.
Maura knew from meeting him.
“Is that the asshole who was with him when we came up and you had your little Mikey O’ meet and greet?”
He nodded.
“I have my family working on that right now. His name is Shing Reung. Do you mind if I make a call?” he asked, pointing at the big screen.
Maura and Jagger didn’t.
“Sure. MATE, make a call for Mr. Croft,” she offered.
At her name, the screen came alive.
“Mr. Croft, what is it that I can do today to be of service for you? That is a lovely tie. It matches your eyes.”
He looked down, and the gray tie did actually match his eyes.
“Thank you, MATE. You have a very lovely screen and you’re a pleasure to look at.”
The system actually giggled.
Which was funny because Zayn and Dimitri looked around, paranoid as the day was long. They weren’t tech friendly.
Not.
At.
All.
“I’m glad you noticed. Who can I call for you?” she asked.
“Let me get you the number…”
MATE stopped him.
“I have full access to your phones, and I can see your contact lists. Just give me a name.”
That was all it took.