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I would like to know the same thing.

Charlie pulls a handful of folded papers out of a folder and throws them on the table. “We need her to wake up so she can tell us where the hell she got these.” David grabs them first, looking over whatever evidence Charlie found. “Some of these were in her clutch. The rest of this we found in that hotel room. Pictures of US Senators meeting with known terrorists. Names connected to the companies feeding into Duthmoor Holdings.”

“That looks like the photos we have seen of Al Rashad,” I point to the photos. “Or at least who we think is Al Rashad.”

“Facial recognition software can’t connect him to any known organizations,” David says.

Mari leans over the table, picking up the photo. “Al Rashad? I’ve never heard of that name before. But this,” she flips through the pictures. “This looks like Dylan Weber, just with a lot more facial hair.”

David grabs the photos from Mari.

“Who’s Dylan Weber?” I ask.

“Michael’s old assistant from when he worked at Waters & Smith.”

“Weber’s name came across in the files Mari found.” David adds.

“That is a direct link then to Waters & Smith and Al Rashad,” Charlie cuts in. “We also found this. Another document that connects Duthmoor to a Fergusson Godfrey Smith, son of Alistair Smith, partners with Senator Water’s father.”

“We can scan the two documents, see which is real.” David says.

“I think they both are. I think both Waters & Smith filed sole proprietor paperwork for each person to cover their tracks.”

“Question is which Waters is guilty, the father or the son?” Mark adds.

“I think the woman sleeping in that room knows,” Charlie answers.

Mari flies out of her seat at the mention of Rebecca. She whips past me and I don’t have time to stop her as she opens the door and goes to hug her sleeping friend.

“All we can do is wait,” Jackson says. “Meanwhile, I am going to call the FBI.”

“FBI?” Ben asks.

“Who do you think hired us?”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Mari

I hold Rebecca’s hand as the sun rises. She hasn’t woken up since Jimmy tended to her wounds. He said he gave her a sedative so it might be awhile.

The FBI got here not long after Jackson called them. They questioned me for over an hour before they let me come back in here.

Everyone is pretty much waiting for Rebecca to wake up so we can get answers.

I drift off in the chair by her bed but wake up to Landon’s voice. “You should sleep in the other room.”

“I’m fine here.”

“You’re going to get a sore neck.”

“I said I’m fine here,” I growl at him.

He grabs the back of his neck. “The FBI won’t want you in here when she wakes up.”

I go to speak but I can’t find the words.

“They don’t want you to tell her anything. Or for her to tell you anything.”

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