“Did he seem pretty good?” she asked, worry coming through.

“Definitely,” Raider said. “If he is as good as you, how long do I have?”

Quiet ticked for several moments. “If he’s as good as me, it depends. If he’s suspicious, he’s already had somebody go to one of the new accounts and try to withdraw. If he isn’t, then you might have until tomorrow, but I wouldn’t count on it. Fake money is easy to decipher if you know what you’re doing.”

Wolfe tapped long fingers on the table. “I think Eddie is suspicious across the board. We have to assume he has discovered the truth or will soon. What’s our play?”

Raider’s gut churned. The picture of little Hathai wouldn’t leave his mind. He had to find her and the other kids. “I have to go back in. If we’re going to find that shipment of girls, I have to find the destination of that cargo hold. It could be any port in the country.” It appeared that Eddie’s businesses were all over the world, so there was no way to guess. Eddie was excellent at keeping his hands clean while others did the dirty work.

“This is a bad idea,” Brigid protested, her voice rising.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We don’t have any other options. Eddie might trust me, he might not—either way, he’ll let me back in. The question is what to do at that point. You’re going to have to send me explicit directions about what to do with the master computer, Brigid. We can pick up another flash drive on the way to Eddie’s.”

Wolfe sipped his drink. “There’s no way you’re going to have the opportunity to use another flash drive without them noticing. It’s a miracle it worked the first time.”

Raider’s chest heaved and reality settled in. “I know.” Thinking as rapidly as his pounding brain would allow, he started laying out the plan. “Here’s our only chance. I’ll call Eddie and arrange to meet for a late dinner or drink.” No matter which way he looked at it, there was no way he wouldn’t get shot.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Brigid’s restlessness was going to make her brain explode. After talking to Raider, she’d taken a short nap and then worked all day, even collaborating with Dana on the angle with Senator Tyson. They sat at the conference table, with Nari at the end, her heels up on the table, a file in her hand. “That senator is a jackass.”

Brigid looked up. “Can you believe he’s running for president?”

Dana pushed papers across the table. “Oh, he’s never making it to president. We’re taking him down first.”

That was a nice thought. Brigid yawned. Her stomach rumbled.