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Then they filed out of his office.
In the car, Jackson called BT, the phone on speaker. “Get a trace on Sheriff Elsworth’s cell phone, ASAP,” Jackson ordered.
“And pull his call records over the past three days,” Roth added.
“Also, do us a favor and check into a Doctor Ira Levin in Boston. He’s a psychologist or psychiatrist, not sure which. Elsworth said Amanda is in Boston seeing him, implied he’s a doctor she previously saw, so look into that too, though we know she isn’t in Boston. She’s dead in the lake behind his house,” Jackson said. “And get us info on a Sheriff’s Deputy Henderson. We need his name, current whereabouts, and any family in the Boston area.”
“Brielle and I will get right on your list. What’s your next move?” BT asked.
“We’re going to sit on the Sheriff and have Briana drive back up here to talk with several of Amanda Elsworth’s friends. They’re not talking to us,” Roth said.
“We may have to let Briana tell at least one of them who she is, and that she saw Amanda murdered to get the info we need.” Jackson added. “Is she done working with you?”
“Yes, we wrapped it up and logged out of the video room about fifteen minutes ago,” BT replied.
“How’d she do?” Jackson asked.
Roth’s lips tipped into a grin as he listened to BT’s complimentary reply. Briana Woods had impressed him with her investigative skills and with how quickly she picked up using the tools to dive into Darren and Amanda Elsworth’s lives. He wasn’t surprised that she was more than competent.
“Okay, thanks, BT. We’re going to call Briana Woods now and have her meet us. We’ll be in touch,” Jackson said. He shifted to reverse and backed from the parking space in front of the Sheriff’s building. They drove away and circled the block, parking a street over where they could view the Sheriff’s cars which were parked behind the building as well as view the front parking lot area.
***
Briana took a quick shower after she’d logged out of the video chat room. She felt really good about what they had found regarding Amanda Elsworth and her husband. She realized that she’d missed working with a team, like she did when she was in the Army. She and her brother, Cam, worked together occasionally, but not like she had just done with BT and Brielle. She knew she’d probably never see or talk to either of them ever again, which was a bummer. She had enjoyed working with them.
She left the door to the bathroom open while she showered to get some well-needed humidity in the hotel room. She seriously doubted the two men would come back unannounced while she was in the shower, but she couldn’t help but wonder what Sebastian’s reaction would be to it, if he were to walk in to find her naked. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it.
After she re-dressed, uninterrupted, she sat in the middle of the bed with her laptop, bringing up the contact forms to review the next few cases she’d consider taking on. As she looked them over, her phone rang. It was Cam.
“Hey, how’s it going?” she asked when she answered his call.
“Good, how about with you? You didn’t call me back to let me know what happened with Sebastian when he got there,” Cam said.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Cam,” she apologized. She had promised to call him but had forgotten. “Yes, he and his partner, a guy named Jackson, got here. We went up to their room, they got a suite, so I’d have a private bedroom,” she pointed out. Yes, she really appreciated they’d done that, “and I went over the case we’d taken and what all that happened. Then they had me download the client for a video meeting room program and they got me logged into a chat room with two members of their digital team. Cam, holy shit, you won’t believe what they have access to and without getting warrants; cell phone, banking, and credit card records all at their fingertips. And a program that overlays cell phone data with maps and purchase histories to really track people’s movements. Very cool.”
“Yeah, unless you’re the one being tracked,” Cam complained. “Don’t doubt for a second, they’re using that against us. And Bree, aren’t you worried you downloaded their spy trackers?”
“No, Cam, I don’t think they are tracking us. Maybe when they first started to investigate you, but actively still, no, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
She thought about that for a second. Yeah, why didn’t she think they were being watched? She wasn’t sure. “Sebastian said he and his boss, who was in Iowa, that big black guy, both knew we weren’t going to stop doing the job. They weren’t looking to jam us up for it. I think, in principle, they both know what we’re doing is important. We’re helping a lot of people who have no one else to turn to. I don’t think they’d waste their time on us.”
“You said you worked with two members of their digital team. How big of an operation are they running? Just who are these guys, Bree? They’re not regular federal agents.”
“No, and they’re all prior military, most likely special forces, if you ask me. Cam, I don’t know exactly who they are. I have my suspicions, but I doubt Sebastian will ever admit who they really are.”
“I still don’t like this. And I really do think when this is over, we need to lie low for a while.”
Briana wasn’t sure she could do that. The inbox of the contact forms had four new cases where the women were in fear for their lives. She’d gotten there too late for Amanda Elsworth. She wasn’t going to let these other women down, too. “Yeah, we’ll see,” she said. Just then, her call waiting showed a call from Sebastian. “Hey, Cam, I have to go. Sebastian is calling.”
“Stay in touch with me, Bree, please. And be careful.”
“I promise I will,” she said. “Bye.” Then she switched over to the other call. “Hi Sebastian.”
“Hi, I heard you and BT wrapped up the work you were doing. He sent us the file. This will help a lot,” Sebastian said.
“Good, yeah. All the tools he had for us to use were pretty amazing.”