databases.
“Are you running names through airline records?” Jack asked, leaning over her shoulder.
His aftershave was spicy and woodsy and altogether too yummy-smelling for him. She nodded tightly and then sent the information to the large screen at the end of the conference room so he could watch it up there.
She also tapped into a second program, one she’d started when they’d first taken the AlberTron case. It was a small tracker she’d installed in all the “new” smartphones Marcus Ware was giving his executives. To be honest, searching Andreev/Kirch’s smartphone was what had given her the break she’d needed finding his real identity.
She accessed the tracking system and added that to the screen for everyone to review. “He’s already on the move, it looks like across Canada.”
“Yes, it does. What system is this?”
“The tracking device we put in the smartphones.”
“I knew that would pay off,” Charity said. “Embezzlers are always ready to run.”
“Do we assume he’s running because of the embezzling?” Justine asked. “And how much time do you think we have until he ditches the smartphone?”
“From his profile I’d say he’s going to assume we aren’t smart enough to have made the connection,” Charity said.
“I’d have to agree. He seemed to think women weren’t as capable of doing the job as men. Remember that comment he made?” Anna asked.
“Yes. I almost jumped over the table and punched him,” Justine said.
Anna smiled at that. This was what she loved about working with her team. “We really don’t need any extra help on this one, Sam.”
“I think you will,” Jack said.
“I don’t believe I was addressing you.”
“Yeah, I know. But because we know Andreev is heading out of the country, and your team is going to have to wait for him to land before you know where he’s going…”
“Are you trying to imply you know where he’s going?” Anna asked. She really didn’t like this man.
“Not imply. Andreev always heads back to Algeria when he needs to regroup. It’s a land and government he’s familiar with, and he has no problem disappearing there.”
“Sam, why don’t we have this intelligence?” Charity asked.
Anna was already running the information on her laptop. It seemed that since they’d uncovered the embezzler, everything was going at breakneck speed. Which was exactly what they liked. Sitting around waiting for things to pop made them all crazy.
But Sam should have passed this information on to them. Anna added it to a growing list of concerns in her mind about her boss. Why was he suddenly holding out on them?
Jack had never worked with a team made up of all women before, and, to be fair, he wasn’t sure he liked it. He was used to men. He’d grown up with only his old man and an older brother. He’d gone into the military as soon as he was old enough and qualified for special ops where, frankly, there weren’t a lot of women.
He dated some, mostly just to get laid and because he didn’t want to go to a prostitute. To be honest, he didn’t like paying for sex. But he didn’t want a long-term commitment and rarely spent more than one night with the same woman.
So as he approached five hours of being in the same conference room with the three women, he was ready for some testosterone. He sort of counted Sam as a guy, but Sam wasn’t in the office, and this team was self-managed. They weren’t looking for a man’s guidance, and Jack was impressed at how well they worked together.
He could use someone like Anna on his team. Though his communications expert was good, he didn’t have the magic touch Anna had with computers. When any of them mentioned a location or a resource, she had the information in moments.
Charity, Justine, and Anna reminded Jack a little of his team. And he saw a few things he’d like to integrate into the way the Savage Seven—Six—worked.
“Are your men going to be ready when we