Deadly Games - Cate Noble [98]
Max snorted. “That part was really pathetic. He was whining, ‘It’s not my fault. He made me.’ Right! Made him take shiny gold Krugerrands.”
“How long has this been going on?” Rocco asked.
“It appears Ian’s been accumulating Krugerrands for over three years,” Max said. “Travis had his apartment searched. They found keys to his grandmother’s safe-deposit box. Ian’s on her accounts and had been visiting the bank monthly.”
“As soon as Travis mentioned pulling his grandmother in as an accomplice, Ian grew more cooperative,” Dante added.
Turning back to the window, Rocco watched Travis slide a drawing across the table. An artist’s composite? Ian picked it up and shook his head when Travis asked if he’d ever seen the man.
“What’s with the sketch?” Rocco asked.
“It’s the notorious Mr. Peabody,” Max said.
“Another popular guy.” Rocco knew that Minh Tran had placed a price on Peabody’s head, but other than that, the man was an enigma.
“That’s part of Travis’s other news,” Dante said. “He had Rufin work with an artist to get a composite of the man who kidnapped him and murdered Boh-dana in Bangkok. The composite also matches the description of Zadovsky’s middleman, Mr. Peabody.”
“You got another copy of that sketch?” Rocco asked. “I want to see if the guy rings any of my bells.”
Dante looked around. “There was one here somewhere.”
“I’ll go print another,” Max volunteered. “I want to call Erin and see how Logan is.”
Rocco stopped him. “Glad to hear Erin is safe.”
“Thanks. Gena will be safe soon, too,” Max said.
“Is that something you got a message on?” Rocco pointed to Max’s head.
“No. It’s a promise to a brother.” Max touched his chest over his heart, then slipped out of the room.
“Does Travis think there’s a connection between Ian and Peabody?” Rocco asked.
“That’s where it gets weird,” Dante said. “Travis got some fingerprints from the warehouse where Rufin was held. The prints matched Harry Gambrel’s.”
“What?” The news stunned Rocco. Travis had always suspected that Harry was alive. Was this proof?
Dante shrugged. “Travis’s initial conclusion was that Harry had been held at that same warehouse. But we just got reports on trace evidence taken at Abe Caldwell’s murder scene. Hair was found there matching Harry’s. Bleached blond hair. The man who abducted Rufin was bleached blond, too, and—”
“The man who posed as Clay Watkins is bleached blond.”Jesus. “I need to see that composite now.”
Dante opened his phone and called Max. “He’s on his way.”
“How could Harry’s fingerprints and hair show up in Bangkok and Boston?” Rocco asked. “Somebody’s screwing with us.”
The door opened. Max came in with a copy of the drawing.
Rocco started swearing as soon as he saw the sketch. “I don’t believe this!” He held it up. “This is the fucker who posed as Clay Watkins. This is who has Gena.”
“I’ll text Travis,” Dante said.
Rocco moved to the phone at the desk and called the lab. “Did you get any prints from the clip I dropped off? Yes, I need it ASAP!”
Inside the interrogation room, Travis casually glanced at his cell phone before checking his watch. “I need a minute,” Travis said. Then he stood and moved to the door. The guard let Travis leave.
Ian remained seated in the room and stared nervously at the window. Rocco wanted to go in and beat the idiot to a pulp. Ian was scared, but only for himself. Did he have any idea how many other lives he’d endangered by selling information?
Travis came into the room and greeted Rocco.
“Did these guys bring you up to speed?” Travis asked.
“Yeah.” Rocco held up the composite. “This guy has Gena. He posed as Clay Watkins. I sent the lab the clip of bullets he gave me. The lab got two partials off the casings. They’re running the prints now. If we can get a positive ID—”
Travis cut him off. “Call the lab,” he said to Dante. “Tell them to compare the prints to Harry Gambrel’s first.”
“Harry Gambrel? You think he’s working with Peabody?” Rocco asked.
“I think Harry is Peabody.”
The room went silent at Travis’s words.
Dante’s phone