Page 91 of Missing Justice
Matt grabbed one of the beat-up metal-framed chairs stacked in the corner and pulled it in front of the giant whiteboard Grey had wheeled into the center of the Justice Team’s command center.
“Okay, people,” Grey said, waving a marker at the motley crew sitting in a quasi row/semi-circle in front of him. “We need to divvy up assignments here. I can’t have all of you running around half-cocked.”
On the whiteboard he made five columns. “The silver truck. Stephens, I want you on that. I’ve got the owner’s name. I need you to run the guy and see if he has a record.”
“Fine.”
In the first column, Grey wrotetruckthen Matt’s name in the far left side of the board. He placed a checkmark in the column.
“Rosalind Gardener. I’m putting Mitch and Caroline on her.”
He wrote the woman’s name in the next column, then M/C under Matt’s name with another checkmark in that column.
Caroline held her hand up. “What exactly are we doing?”
“The same as the other adoption agencies you’ve been working on. Pose as a potential client. You’re looking to adopt.”
“Might I suggest,” Taylor said, holding up her pen, “that they pose as an upscale couple. When Matt and I were in her office, we heard Ros say something about parents with good breeding; the child was from good stock.”
“I’m not wearing a tie,” Mitch said.
“Idiot,” Caroline said, “you don’t have to. We’ll put you in some Yeezy jeans and sneakers and you’ll be all set. Just try to control your mouth.”
“That’ll set Grey’s budget back,” Taylor said.
Mitch blew Caroline a kiss and Matt snorted.
“Are we done screwing around?” Grey wanted to know.
Caroline jotted a note on her pad. “Sorry, boss.”
“Charlie and Meg. Since Walt is your client and I’m sure you’re bound by a confidentiality agreement, it’s probably best that we leave all things Walt-related to you.”
“I agree,” Charlie said, “Obviously, I can’t share that information with you.”
“Yes, but you can share it with Matt.”
Matt liked the sound of this so far. Two out of three assignments involved him. Grey wrote Felicity’s name in the next column then added Meg/Charlie to the left sidebar along with two more checkmarks.
Taylor held her pen up again. “How about the guy who broke into my place and attacked me in the garage? I believe he’s linked to the Jarvis case. My team has had no luck finding him, but maybe if we go back over the evidence?”
“Let me look into it,” Charlie said. “I can get a friend in the Bureau to pull camera footage from the garage.”
Taylor chewed her pen. “He was wearing a mask, so facial rec won’t work.”
“We have something better,” Teeg called. “It can match a perp’s gait and other things. We don’t need his face.”
Charlie grinned. “I’ve got to see that.”
Grey added the next column and appropriate check marks. “Okay. Let’s start breaking all this down. We’ll list anything related to your individual assignments to the corresponding column. When we’re done, take a picture of this board if you have to because these are the assignments. If there’s any crossover, I need to be notified. At any given time, I want to look at this board and know who is doing what. Got it?”
A series of yes-sirs filled the otherwise quiet room.
“As usual, we’ll use Teeg as support. Just don’t bombard him. He’s working another case for me so we’ll all have to cooperate.”
“I know I’m a catch, but don’t fight over me!” Teeg called, rolling back and forth between three oversized monitors.
Jeez, the kid had a lot of activity happening there.
