Off the Grid (A Gerrit O'Rourke Novel) Read Online Free PDF

the hospital with a broken nose. It was why Gerrit kept his mouth shut right now.
    Cromwell seemed to relax for the first time since entering the room. “You’re the best we have, O’Rourke. I know that. But I can’t have you going off the reservation and taking matters into your own hands. That’s how you’ll wind up dead, and maybe take your partner down with you. Understand?”
    Gerrit nodded.
    “You’re like a son to me.”
    Gerrit smiled.
    A look of irritation flashed across Cromwell’s face. “What’s so funny?”
    “You’re fifty-four. You’re only ten years older than I am—if that.”
    “That’s not how I feel at the moment.” His features relaxed until he glanced at Marilynn. He turned as if to ignore her, his voice lowering. “I know why you do what you do. That’s why I have my eye on you.”
    Marilynn glanced at Cromwell with a puzzled look.
    “I understand, Lieutenant. I never thought we’d have to call out the cavalry on this.”
    “Let’s just get you through this mess. I hope something good can come out of it. Were you able to get anything from the snitch?”
    Gerrit told him about the computer drive.
    “Well, start using that brain of yours and get this Russian crook behind bars.” Cromwell turned to face Marilynn. “Get this guy cleared as soon as possible. I’ll handle the details on my end. And bring this case to a close before I’m forced to pull the plug on our participation. Understand?”
    Marilynn nodded, giving him a look that said he just made an enemy. “I understand perfectly. So, if you will excuse us, Gerrit and I need to finish our conversation.”
    Cromwell glared at her, then glanced over at Gerrit. Without saying another word, the lieutenant wheeled around and marched out of the room.

Chapter 3

    La Jolla, California
    D arkness drenched the Pacific Ocean beyond the shoreline, the moon allowing just enough light from the shore to highlight specks of sea foam churned by pounding waves. Gerrit caught a glimpse of the water before the van door closed.
    Taylor eased into the seat next to him. “Okay, SWAT’s in place and Marilynn just came through with warrants. Agents en route from San Diego’s federal building with the paper. They should be here in twenty.”
    “Marilynn’s not bringing the warrants?”
    “Nope. Cromwell called and said she jumped on a red-eye back to D.C. as soon as a federal judge put his John Henry on the paper.”
    “Cromwell? I thought he was still up in Seattle.”
    Taylor shrugged.
    Gerrit glanced up as the monitor tapped into the target’s security system. The last two months since the ferry shooting had passed with a blur of activity, almost as blurry as his relationship with Marilynn. They’d been together a couple times since that last tense meeting with Cromwell. And those few times they were together—beyond the physical—they lived like strangers going through the motions.
    “Okay, I’ve accessed the primary suspect’s computer.” Gerrit typed a command on the keyboard in front of him. “Once I get into his system, I’ll be able to see what he’s looking at. Thanks to Gregori, we’ve got all of Nico’s codes.”
    Taylor watched him hit the final strokes as the screen opened up. “Man, you always freak me out with this stuff. Learned all this when you went to that fancy school back east? How to hack into other people’s business?”
    “MIT. Massachusetts Institute of Technology. One of the best schools to learn how to hack and track whomever you choose. By the way, I canceled your dinner date for next week.”
    “How’d you know…?” Taylor glared at him.
    Gerrit smirked.
    “Yeah, yeah. I know. Pulling my leg again. With all your computer savvy, I never know whether you’re on the up-and-up.” Taylor shifted in his seat. “I can’t figure you out, bro. You walk away with a doctorate in some kind of technology I can’t even pronounce—to become a cop? They should’ve bounced you on the psychological.