The Flinck Connection (Book 4) (Genevieve Lenard) Read Online Free PDF Page B

wanted to learn more about him.”
    Phillip looked away, took a deep breath and turned back to me. “If Manny had not briefed me on the situation, your careless announcement would’ve been very worrying.”
    “What careless announcement?” I quietened when I noticed Phillip’s expression. He wore that expression when I was not paying attention to my words or the implications thereof. I took a moment to think and nodded. “I can see how that sentence could be a cause of concern. I apologise.”
    He pulled a chair closer and sat down. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
    “I’ve been through most of his personal history that’s available online. I was just about to start with his professional history.”
    “Why don’t you take a small break and join us for breakfast?”
    I leaned back. “You are not offering a suggestion. What is happening?”
    His quick glance towards the glass doors connecting my viewing room to the team room had me turning around to look into the next room. When the president had asked Manny to head our team for special investigations, Phillip had generously offered to convert another room to the exact needs of the team. At first, I had resisted the idea of connecting my room to the team room with the sliding glass doors, but logic had prevailed. It granted me and the others easier access. It also gave them ample opportunities to interrupt my work, insisting I take breaks and eat. Their intentions were appreciated. The interruptions not so much.
    The team room had a complex computer station to Francine’s specifications. She was after all considered to be one of the world’s best hackers. Manny had a desk that was always overflowing with files and little scraps of paper. I had a clear view of most of the room, especially the round table in the far corner where we usually had meetings. At the moment, most of the team were assembled around the table, looking expectantly at me. Colin wasn’t at the table and I didn’t know where he was.
    “Vinnie brought breakfast. It’s only croissants, muffins and other pastries, but it is enough to feed us for three days.” Phillip stood up. “Tim is making coffee and should bring it in any moment now.”
    He walked to the glass doors, entered the code into the keypad and waited at the open doors for me. I glanced longingly at my monitors and my shoulders dropped as I got up. “I’m not eating any of those jam doughnuts Vinnie likes so much.”
    “Aw, come on, Jen-girl. There is nothing like a jelly doughnut to give you more energy.” Vinnie’s voice boomed in the team room. At almost two meters tall, and with the body of a wrestler, Vinnie had the personality and voice to match. “But if you really don’t want this, I brought you some of those special pastries you like so much.”
    I sat down in my usual chair at the round table, and took in the three plates of baked goods in the centre of the table. On a separate plate were three pastries without the flaky crust everyone else preferred. I hated the flakes that stuck to my lips and fingers, creating a mess around my plate. These little pastries were neat. Only a few crumbs ever landed on my plate.
    “Thank you, Vinnie.” I turned to Nikki, who was seated on my left. “I didn’t know you would be here.”
    “Vinnie insisted.” Nikki communicated so many different emotions through her tone that it had taken me a few weeks to decipher those. Her expressions were easier to understand. Her lips were in thin lines, the top lip slightly curled. “He thinks I’m in danger. Again.”
    “Rather safe than sorry, punk.” Vinnie loaded his plate with three muffins and two croissants, and licked his fingers. I shuddered. “Until we figure out what is happening and who is sending you those tweety emails, you’re stuck with me.”
    “No!” Nikki turned to me, her face pleading. “Please, Doc G. I don’t want a bodyguard. Vinnie scares off anyone and everyone who wants to talk to