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“So, whoever was doing this could have been doing it all along, and they wouldn’t have known.”
“Pretty much.” Ronan nodded, popping the now unwrapped candy into his mouth. “Fleur doesn’t think it could be Miller.” He sighed.
“And you?”
“It makes me suspicious. When Jug suggested we toss all the tents to find the wire cutters, Miller was present. Then he’s in the anti-trafficking tent unattended, and Fleur finds cutters in her file cabinet. Al, our agent in the camp, suspects him, and that guy has eyes and ears everywhere.”
“But no obvious financial gain.” Deacon pondered the same thing he’d been thinking.
“Right.”
“Why else would he do it?” Deacon stopped and looked at him. “What about blackmail?”
“He’s being blackmailed to do it?” Ronan frowned. “Could be a reason. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?”
“Because I’m smarter than you?” Deacon said and was punched in his arm as a reward for the smartass comment.
He tapped his ear and laughed as Deacon unsuccessfully tried to punch him back. “Dude.”
“Go, Skipper.”
“What if someone was blackmailing our person inside to cut the fences?”
“Damn. All right, I’ll have Tink start looking for skeletons in closets. I’m almost through with the staff. I don’t have much hope. Jewell will have to take a crack at it. I’m not making any headway.”
“That works. Nobody’s leaving the country anytime soon.” Which was a damn good thing. A foreigner would have limited ability to travel in the country and even a more limited way to get out of the country without going through ports of entry Guardian could monitor.
“I’ll get the info to you as soon as possible. Tink and I are working doubles to get it all processed.”
“I’ll mention that to your employer and see if we can get you a raise in pay.”
“Nah, just a week off so we can sleep.”
“Deal,” Ronan said and terminated the connection.
“He should have the financial information tomorrow. His methods are coming up with goose eggs, so he’s up-channeling it to Jewell.”
“Hopefully, that’ll give us the information we need.”
“We need to discuss tomorrow’s convoy.”
“Want my team to drive the transport trucks?”
“Yeah, and Jug, he’ll be driving the bogus transporter with the fifty. We’ll take yours in the same truck and change it if necessary. A Jeep with Wraith and I in front and Stryker and Wolf will be in the back. Everyone armed to the teeth.”
“Did I mention I brought you some noisemakers?”
Ronan nodded and accepted another piece of candy from his brother. “You did. What did you snag?”
“Had some leftover rockets for the SMAWs. Figured you could never have too many.”
“So true. So true.” Ronan chuckled. “If we’re hit tomorrow, it could get dicey.”
“For them.” Deacon sighed. “We just need to make sure the riders know to get the hell down as low as they can get if we stop.”
“I’ll tell them as they load up.”
“Yeah, you’re a bit more fluent in Arabic than I am.”