CHAPTER SIXTEEN
There were piles of papers with information along with stacks of images, and that was only half of what Jeremy had found once he'd managed to find a way into the man's computer and dig through his files.
D wasn't used to being on this end of things. He'd always taken the information Trenton, Carter, and Matt found and just did the job. Piecing together the evidence was a whole new situation for him. One he didn't like a single bit.
Neither one of them had been home in over two days, both catching naps in the guest rooms of the new team house instead of taking the time to go home. There was too much work to do, and once Jeremy had started getting information, it was impossible to stop him. He was determined to find a way to take this man down.
They still hadn't verified if the girls were still in the home, but D's gut told him they were. Most pedophiles kept the children as long as they could. Most of the time only getting rid of them once they got too old for their liking or it got too dangerous to keep them.
He hated that it was just the two of them. If they had a full team, the research would go faster and they could be out hunting. It wasn't Jeremy's fault. He was working his ass off trying to find out all he could. He was great at what he did. The fact was, they needed more manpower. He just didn't know where to find it.
The doctor they'd been looking at wasn't going to work. He didn't have the demeanor to do what they needed, and from everything that D could tell, he was one hundred percent by the book. As for the man who'd stabbed the coach, Jeremy had been digging, but put off his search to dig deeper into the fucker holding the children.
"D, can you come in here for a second?" Jeremy called from down the hallway.
Leaving the pile of papers he had laid out across the coffee table, D made his way to the computer room. "What's up?" He went to sit beside Jeremy as he continued to type.
"He uploaded two more videos this afternoon. Check this out." Jeremy paused the video. "See that mail truck outside the window. In about fifty seconds the doorbell rings. The man ignores it, but watches the truck closely from where he is. Then you see the truck pull away. I cross-referenced the company that delivered the package with the address where the man is living. He received a package at about ten this morning. So, that leaves me to think that the girls are still at this location with him."
D stood. "That's great."
"How so? We can't go in. I guess we could call the police and leave an anonymous tip." Jeremy swiveled his chair to face D.
"Fuck that. We can still do this. It's not ideal, but I know we can pull this off. How long will it take you to check the neighborhood for cameras?" D wanted this guy. He didn't want to hand him over to the police for a slap on the wrist. He needed to get in there first, then let the cops have him.
"Um, Carter showed me how, but being my first time, maybe a day."
"Do it. Get me all the info you can. Hack into any cameras in the area so you can shut them down at the right time. I'll go see what supplies Bryon set us up with, and if I don't have all the things I need, I'll go shopping."
"D, think about what you are saying. We don't have a doctor or anything. If you get hurt…" Jeremy didn't need to continue, they both knew what he was saying.
"It's not like it's never been done before." He recalled the time Beau had gone on a solo sting when the rest of the team had been out of town. He'd been fine. D had a lot more experience and training that Beau had. This pervert needed to suffer. "I won't go unless we are sure it will be an easy in and out. You've already pulled up the layout of the house. It sucks there are no cameras inside, and we can't tell for sure where he's holding the kids—'
"Um, I can try. Remember, I used to work for the CIA. Carter has been hacking into satellite systems for years, using NSA equipment and such to figure all this shit out. If I can get into the system and satellites are in the right positions, I can try and pull information from them."
"It sounds complicated." D wrinkled his brow.
"It's not. It's actually very easy. Let me see what I can find, then we can go from there. But if it doesn't look safe, promise me you'll wait until we have more help." Jeremy stared at him.
D nodded. "I won't risk the new team or my freedom. We'll make sure we've got all the bases covered. The only thing I can't account for is what happens once I'm on the scene and most of that stuff I've dealt with before." Of course, he had Beau there to deal with any injuries. He rubbed the scar along his side where Beau had stitched him up after he'd been stabbed with a letter opener. "I promise," he said, seeing the worry in Jeremy's eyes.
"Then get out of here and let me work. I'll yell when I have something more to share." Jeremy turned back to the computer and started typing.
D did just as he was told and quietly left the room. He had his own preparations to worry about. He'd worried that Jeremy would try to stop him, but instead, he'd seen the determination in his eyes to figure out everything he could. They'd work well together once they found a rhythm. They hadn't talked about the sex they'd had a few nights ago, but D couldn't forget it. It had been so fucking good that he still felt it when he sat. He wanted more, but he refused to get caught up in sex when they had children they needed to help. Right now, their entire focus needed to be on the job.
Before he'd gotten to the house, Beau had sent a bunch of supplies to them, and D started to tear the boxes open, seeing what was there. He was relieved to see catheter tubing. That was the one thing that he couldn't buy easily. It was easy to find tubing that worked, but the catheter tubing was easier to work with and he didn't have to worry about precutting it into lengths. He could also keep it sterile until he needed it. Another box was filled with syringes, the ones that the team would use to temporarily paralyze the pedophile while they cut off his balls and cock. The person would still feel all the pain, but be unable to move to do anything about it. It was an amazing mixture of drugs that Beau had put together for them. He didn't have a clue what exactly was in it, but there was something they used during surgeries mixed with a cocktail of other medications. Now, he hoped he could find a box with the meds in it so he wouldn't have to wait on those.
He found a ton of medical supplies, from plastic gloves, suture kits, bandages, tape, and even a few surgical kits that D hoped he never had to figure out how to use. Seeing all this made him determined even more to find a doctor. That could easily be the most important job on the team even though they were seldom needed. When they were, it was almost always serious.
He couldn't think about that now. Not when he was planning to do a solo sting without anyone but Jeremy as his backup. Of course, he was sure if Jeremy called Bryon or Carter, they would fly in as soon as they could, but he didn't want that. He wanted to show that he could handle running a team on his own. It was just a matter of finding people to make a team.
He sighed as he stacked boxes of latex gloves on a shelf in the medical room. He didn't want to unpack too much as whoever they got as a doctor would want to set up the room, but gloves were something they always needed. He carried several pairs with him on every sting he did.
The thought made him realize he hadn't seen any of their kits to clean up blood or other evidence they might leave at the scene. They always had kits in their cars, just in case. He'd had to use them several times. He couldn't remember the chemicals that they used, but Beau and Carter had assured them that it would kill any DNA evidence left behind. The key was not to leave any and not to have to use the kit. Still, he wanted to make sure he had them just in case he had to use them.
Leaving the gloves aside, he started looking through the boxes again. Finally, at the bottom of a large stack, he found boxes of spray bottles. They were made to look like they were just simple carpet cleaner, but he knew better. These things were lifesavers if he had to use them.
One thought led to another, and he realized he needed to check on vehicles. He needed a small car for stings. People noticed big trucks and SUVs. He also needed to make sure the plates were not traceable. He was a fool not to have thought about it all before. He'd been so caught up in everything else it hadn't even crossed his mind.
