Page 76 of Edge of Steele
“He won’t come back.” Eckles rubbed her back. “He’s forgotten all about us and is focused on tracking Carla down.”
“God help her when he finds her as no matter how careful she is, I’m sure he will.” Pauline shivered.
“Hopefully we’ll find him first,” Finn said.
“Okay, for the last time, is that everything?” Ryleigh eyed them both. “You’re not holding back again.”
“No, no,” Pauline said. “That’s all. Honest.”
Finn didn’t know what to think. They seemed sincere, but they’d lied very convincingly.
“Thank you for your time.” Ryleigh turned to leave.
“Wait?” Pauline called out. “Did Dean set the bomb at the mill?”
“We’re not at liberty to say anything at this point.” Ryleigh headed down the stairs.
Finn followed, processing the news. After the door closed behind them, he faced her. “This is our best lead so far.”
“You’re right.” Her words were upbeat, her tone not so much as she quickly strode toward his truck. “But it’s only a lead. Still doesn’t tie Keenan to the bomb.”
Finn opened the passenger door for her and met her gaze. “Then let’s hope the video from the depot or logging office does just that.”
17
Finn trailed Ryleigh into the conference room that smelled of popcorn, and his mouth watered. He was looking forward to pizza night more than usual. Not only because he was hungry but because it would be good to chill out for a while when things had been so tense today.
He pulled out a chair for her when Russ marched through the door and eyed them both.
Oh boy. Here it comes.
“Neither of you will be touching those video files.” He planted his feet as if expecting an argument.
“Figured you’d say that.” Finn dropped into the chair next to Ryleigh. “But you do need one of us to give you the login information.”
Russ grabbed a notepad and pen and fired them across the worn laminate table toward Finn. “Write it down. I’ll do the rest.”
“Will do.” Finn tried his very best not to sound irritated. “But could you at least log in before we leave and check for files? There might be only a couple to review, and you could look at them and tell us what they contain.”
Russ frowned. “I suppose I can do that.”
Finn grabbed the pen and scribbled down the web address for the cloud site along with his username and password.
Russ snatched up the paper. “Be right back.”
He departed as swiftly as some of the RPGs Finn had launched during his service days.
Finn looked at Ryleigh. “You didn’t tell him we identified Keenan as the one whose boots were on the Roomba video.”
“Neither did you.”
Ah, turn it back to him. Nicely played. “I didn’t want to prejudice him on the video. If he knew about Keenan, he might try to see the guy when it isn’t him.”
“Same for me.” Ryleigh’s phone rang. “It’s Sierra.”
Ryleigh tapped the speaker button and set her phone on the table between them. “You’re on speaker with Finn. Please tell me you have news for us on the photoelectric cell.”
“Sorry, not yet,” Sierra said. “I just got to my lab and will begin processing it as soon as we get off the phone. But I got a call from my guys dismantling Gates’s vehicle, and they’ve finished their work.”
