“Detective Byrne?” Troy asked, when he came back on the line.
“Yes, I’m here.” Jude’s heart pounded in his chest.
“You’re in luck. When the original search warrant was given to us four years ago, security video was included, but for some reason was never sent to the Salem Police. My branch manager said we can send it to you without a new warrant being issued. Where can I send it?”
Jude gave Fitzgibbon’s email address. “That address belongs to the Cold Case Captain.”
“Oh, Captain Fitzgibbon is-” Troy stopped.
“He’s what?” Jude asked, the smile in his voice apparent.
“Like a fine wine.” Troy sighed dreamily.
It took all of Jude’s self-control not to burst out laughing. “I agree, Troy, he’s definitely gotten better with age.”
Fitzgibbon flexed like he was competing for Mr. Universe.
“One last question. The money was transferred out of the account online the day Frankie went missing.”
“Yes, I see that here in the file. The million dollars went to an offshore account. I have no information about that account, not whose name it was under or what country it’s in.”
Jude knew Troy was going to say that. He’d read it in the file, but there might be another way to get around that. “Any chance that transaction has an IP address associated with it?”
“Genius, Detective Byrne,” Troy said with a small squeal. He read off the numbers, which Jude wrote down. Hopefully this information would be able to tell them the location of the computer that transferred the money.
“Troy, this is Captain Fitzgibbon.”
Troy gasped. “Hello, captain, how long have you been on this call?” For the first time during the call, he sounded nervous.
“Long enough to know you’re excellent at your job.” Fitz winked at Jude.
“Thank you, sir. I hope the information I’m sending can help find the person who stole the money.”
“I’m sure it will. I have one last question before we let you go.”
“Sure.” Troy sounded positively giddy.
“Was the driver’s license used to open the account scanned into the file?”
“It sure is. The license is Frankie’s alright.”
“Perfect, can you include that scan in my email?”
“I sure can. If there’sanythingelse you need, anything at all, be sure to let me know.”
“I will, Troy, thank you.” Fitzgibbon tapped Jude’s phone to end the call. Fitz stood tall and made like he was straightening his tie. “I’ve still got it.”
Ronan rolled his eyes. “What you’vegotremains to be seen.”
“Prick,” Fitz muttered.
“If the ID on file belongs to Frankie, what good does it do us to have a copy of it?” Jude asked.
“Call the Registry of Motor Vehicles, Jude. Find out if Frankie had a duplicate license issued.” Fitz turned to Ronan. “Trace the IP address of that money transfer and then call Oliver and ask him if he knows anything about Frankie’s license being stolen. Make him think we’re looking at the embezzler as the killer so he drops his guard.” His phone pinged as he spoke. “It’s Troy.” Fitz tapped his screen, stared at it for a few seconds and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Ronan asked.
“See for yourself.” Fitz turned the phone around so both Jude and Ronan could see it. “That’s the first of five pictures Troy sent from the day the account was opened in Frankie’s name.
