After finishing the names on the first page, he moved on to the second. But much like the first page, none of the property owners’ names jumped out at him.
“What about this one?” Taylor asked, tapping the screen. “Investments, Inc.”
He hadn’t gotten that far, but as he scanned the page, he saw it. Gabe had separated the list by property owners that were identified as individuals first, then there was a break in the list for corporations.
Three corporations, but the other two were well-known companies. One was owned by an insurance company, which he found odd. The second was owned by the Herbert Kohlmann Foundation, which he also found interesting.
But the third was Investments, Inc.
He reached for his newly charged-up disposable phone. “Gabe? It’s Flynn. I need you to dig into Investments, Inc.”
“I started looking into that one,” Gabe admitted. “But so far I haven’t found much. It was created three years ago, which is about when the house on Peabody Lake was purchased.”
“And how long has Steve Miller been the CEO of Brookland Bank?” he asked.
“Three years, why?” Gabe asked. “Oh, you think they’re related?”
Flynn had no idea what to think. “Maybe. The timing is suspicious enough.”
“I’ll see what I can come up with,” Gabe promised.
“Thanks. Later, Gabe.” He disconnected from the call, still thinking about the property on Peabody Lake and the three-year time frame of Steve Miller being the president of the bank.
Cassidy arrived twenty minutes later. “Hey, I heard about how you went swimming in Peabody Lake. Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, we’re fine.” He felt like an idiot for putting himself and Taylor in that position in the first place. “Thankfully, Rhy came through for us.”
“He always does,” Cassidy agreed with a smile. “Are you guys ready? We should hit the road.”
Glancing at his watch, he realized they only had thirty minutes to get out to Ravenswood. Normally, it was only a twenty-minute ride, but he hated to keep Brady waiting.
“Okay, we’re ready.” Rhy had purchased two winter coats for them, which was nice. He found Taylor’s and held it out for her. “Nice to have one that’s dry, huh?”
“Yes, and I’m glad you have one too.” She flipped her hair over her collar as Cassidy reached for the door handle. “Thanks for coming with us.”
“Anytime.” Cassidy opened the door, glanced outside, then gestured for them to follow. “Let’s go.”
Flynn knew it was likely overkill to have Cassidy along for the ride, but he would rather be safe than sorry. He had his gun tucked into his coat pocket, although he suspected he would not be allowed to bring the weapon inside the FBI offices. Normally, he would have wanted to take the time to clean and oil the weapon, but there hadn’t been time.
At least Cass was armed too. He didn’t argue when she slid in behind the wheel, quickly opening the back passenger door for Taylor.
They were on the road less than a minute later. He couldn’t seem to relax, turning to glance frequently through the rear window.
“I made sure I wasn’t followed,” Cass said, a slight edge to her tone. “I backtracked twice.”
“Sorry.” He tried to settle down. “I trust you. It’s just been a little hairy over the past few hours.”
“Rhy mentioned how you lost the boat.” Cass glanced at him. “He had a budget meeting with the assistant chief this afternoon.”
“I heard.” He did his best to shrug off the guilt. Rhy hadn’t blamed him for the incident, but that didn’t mean his boss wouldn’t take heat for the budget variance. Replacing a boat didn’t cost any less than replacing a damaged car. The only good news was that the boat was small and used. Not a large speedboat like the one the gunman was using.
“Did you find anything interesting in the list of property owners?” Cass asked. “Gabe told me he sent it to you.”
He filled her in on Investments, Inc. “The only reason it caught my attention was because of the Brookland Bank angle,” he admitted. “It will be interesting to see if the feds can dig up anything more about the company.”
“I’m sure they will.” Cass waved a hand. “That’s their job, right? I think Gabe has spoken to the Bureau tech guy, Ian, a time or two.”
Two nerds bonding over data, Flynn thought with a smile. Cassidy talked about Gabe as if he was just one of the guys, unlike the way Gabe seemed to hang on to her every word.