Becoming Quinn

13

The company’s name was Raef Planning & Logistics. According to Berit, it was a global company with branches in over forty countries. The local RPL office was located in an area of industrial buildings just south of the airport.

The lobby was spartan and functional — chairs for waiting, and a counter with a receptionist behind it. Jake and Berit waited less than a minute before Keith Curtis, the person they were supposed to meet, came out to greet them. Police uniforms were useful in that way. There were few companies that liked officers hanging around their lobbies for any length of time, afraid of the impression that might give to customers.

“Please, come on back,” Curtis said, after everyone had introduced themselves.

He led them through several hallways, and into a conference room with an oval table surrounded by eight chairs. On a portable stand near one end was a television monitor, and on a shelf below it, a computer. Standing next to the monitor was a man about the same age as Curtis.

“Officer Davies, Officer Oliver, this is Doug Prescott, one of our engineers. He’s going to help you out.”

Prescott shook hands with both Jake and Berit.

“Can I offer either of you something to drink?” Curtis asked.

“I’m fine,” Berit said.

“Me, too,” Jake threw in.

“Then I’ll leave the three of you alone and hopefully you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

Curtis closed the door as he left.

“The information I was given was not very clear,” Prescott said. His tone and attitude reminded Jake of several of the engineers he’d met one summer when he was working as a messenger. None of them ever seemed to have time for social niceties.

“I’m sorry for any confusion,” Jake told him. “We’re hoping to look at some of your footage from three nights ago.”

“I didn’t say I was confused. I just said the information wasn’t clear.”

“Right. I’m sorry. What is it that isn’t clear to you?”

“I have the times and the areas you are interested in, but I was not told which direction,” Curtis explained in a tone that said the problem should have been obvious.

“Direction?” Berit asked.

“Which direction the traffic was going?”

Both Berit and Jake nodded in understanding. That was an important piece of info. Once they got it cleared up, Curtis played the video for them.

They found the car on the third road they checked. It was a BMW sedan, and clearly sitting behind the wheel was Mr. Walters, the dark-haired man from the hotel. In the passenger seat beside him was Mr. Redman. And, as an extra special bonus, the license plate was completely visible. Both Jake and Berit copied down the number and a description of the car, then thanked Prescott and Curtis and left.

Back in Berit’s Charger, Jake called the substation and had someone run the plate number. When the information came back, his elation quickly disappeared.

“What is it?” Berit asked as soon as he hung up.

“It belongs to a BMW, all right,” Jake said. “But yesterday the owner reported that they were missing.”

“They?”

“The plates, not his car,” he clarified.

“You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was.” He paused. “The current owner’s actually a used BMW dealership. The car was apparently packed into a back lot, waiting to have its transmission replaced.”

She frowned. “Smart taking plates from the same kind of car they were driving.”

“Yeah. Even better from a dealership over the weekend,” he said. “If they got pulled over, it could easily be explained as having not been recorded yet.”

Berit was momentarily lost in thought. “Who do you think these guys are?”

“I don’t know. But you’re right. I need to pass this on. Now.”

She nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

“No,” he said. “I should do this alone.”

She locked eyes with him. “Jake. Think about it. They’re more likely to listen to two of us than just one.”

“But it’s all based on a hunch that I can’t explain,” Jake said.

“A hunch that’s looking more and more like it was right,” she countered.

“That may be, but I can’t be responsible for harming your career. Let me do this on my own. If it goes well, I’ll make sure they know you were a big part of it, but I’m not going to let you take any of the blame. Besides…” He paused and gave her a smile. “I don’t want you to be mad at me later for making you come in on your day off.”

She glared at him. “Quit trying to be funny. It’s not one of your stronger suits.”

She settled back in her seat, not looking happy, but she made no further protest as she started the engine and pulled into the street.