All.
“MATE, keep mapping us. I need to know the directions to get to that cabin. We’re going in blind.”
Their vests chirped.
“Understood, Major. Head due east,” MATE offered, guiding them.
As they kept walking, Maura needed to know what to expect when they found this guy.
“Elizabeth, what can you tell us about Clint Rust, the Marine? I want to know what to expect when have to face him down,” she stated.
Elizabeth’s voice came over the com.
“He was dishonorably discharged right after the Apache crash. Apparently, he refused to give his testimony regarding what happened that day, and British military officials had the US remove him.”
Well, they nailed that.
The man was scummy if he wouldn’t speak up against this whole mess that was going on.
“Anything else?”
Elizabeth was scanning her information.
“He wasn’t a choir boy before the Marines. Apparently, he raised some hell before signing up. It appears from his military file that he was a helicopter mechanic. He wasn’t on the flight theday it went down, but how much do you want to bet he knew that it wasn’t insurgent fire that brought it down?”
Oh, no bets there.
“Family?”
“None still living. His mother died in childbirth when he was a kid, and his father died of lung cancer two years ago, right after he was dishonorably discharged.”
Well, that didn’t give them much to go on.
Now did it?
Merry’s voice came over the com.
“I’m in his financials. Don’t ask how because then the FBI is going to arrest us,” she said.
Elizabeth actually laughed.
“What happens inNew Orleans, stays inNew Orleans,” she admitted.
Wasn’t that the truth?
That was their motto most of the time.
“Nevertheless, I’m in his financials, and I’ve gone back to when that incident occurred three years ago. It seems he had a big deposit into his account. It’s marked payroll, but he was working for the US government as a soldier, so…”
That made them all curious.
“How much was it for?” Maura asked, as they scanned the water to make sure they were safe. It was getting deeper, and that didn’t make anyone happy.
“Twenty-five thousand dollars, and I’m tracing the account back,” she said, as they heard fingers on a keyboard.
Then, she laughed.
“Oh, look who hasBlackStone’s accounting number,” she stated all of a sudden. “That might come in handy one day.”
