Page 62 of Missing Justice

Matt angled back, shot him a look. “Hey, it’s a start. Are you gonna help or be a dick about it?”

“He’s gonna be a dick about it. Thatishis way of helping,” Grey cracked.

Whatever.

Mitch flipped Grey off. “All I’m saying is it’s a long shot. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you sort through the list.”

Well, that was something. Matt met the man’s gaze and nodded. “Thank you. Appreciate it.”

“If the truck is a bust,” Grey said, “what then?”

Taylor held up her hand. “The employees. We run backgrounds on all of them. See if there’s even a sliver of impropriety.”

“Easy enough,” Matt agreed. “We can start on that while we’re working the list of trucks.”

“I can do that,” Taylor said. “The clock is ticking on my deadline. Monroe, if you’ll start on the trucks, Matt and I will run down the employees.”

“Dottie Hernandez,” Matt said. “Let’s start with her. See what’s what there. Then we’ll run financials on everyone.”

“I’ll take those,” Grey said. “I can do it on the down low.”

“Thank you, Grey.”

“No sweat. This case has bugged me for the past eight years.”

“Got it!” Teeg said. “I’m printing you a list of silver pickups.”

“How many?”

“Not too bad. Only twenty-five hundred.”

Twenty-five hundred? What the hell did he consider bad?

“Teeg,” Matt said, “the window decal was a bald eagle. What’s the chance you can figure out if any of the owners of those trucks are former military?”

Teeg glanced at Grey. Yeah, Matt knew what he was asking. He wanted Teeg to hack into military databases and crosscheck the names against the list of truck owners. Another option would be the IRS, but the military databases might be a whole lot faster.

With barely a nod, Grey approved the request.

“Oh, goodie,” Teeg said. “This should be fun.”

“Before you do that,” Matt said, “can you grab that list of employees from TriCenter? I’d like to take a crack at that while you’re working the military angle.”

“Sure. Any idea how many employees they have?”

Taylor flipped open the welcome kit and shuffled through pages. “Yes, I saw it in here. There’s a page that has all the stats about the center, history, number of births, employees, that sort of thing. Here it is.” She tugged the page out, set the folder on her lap with the information sheet on top and ran her finger along the margin as she read. “Looks like…twelve full-time staffers. But then there are all the doctors, including the anesthesiologists and nurses. We have the lists of all the medical personnel who have privileges at the center. I haven’t counted them, but I’d say it’s around fifty all combined.”

“Okay,” Matt said. “We need Teeg to pull us the full-timers. See if anything pops. Then we run the list of medical personnel in the welcome kit.”

Grey held out his hand and waggled his fingers. “Let me scan a copy of the medical staff. Teeg, if you have social security numbers on the admin folks, that’ll help.”

“No prob. What the hell, I’ll grab their tax returns. We’ve only broken a few dozen laws so far today.”

As whacky as this was, it was coming together. “We’re good to go then. I’ll work with Taylor on criminal backgrounds, Grey runs finances, and Monroe starts on the trucks.”

Taylor smacked her hands together. “Let’s do this, people.”