“Yes. That name you gave us, Kenneth Mason. His name appears on several manifests.”
“Oh my God.”
“That’s not all, boss,” Lyle said. “I did a little more digging on the man. A friend of mine at the CIA informed me that Kenneth Mason is a known alias of a hired assassin, whose real name is Viktor Grekov, former KGB operative. Grekov is one of the Agency’s most wanted. Do you think Mason and Grekov could be one and the same man, or is it just a coincidence?”
The image of Mason’s face she’d seen on Janice’s cell appeared in her mind. “Do you have a photo of him from the FBI? I have seen a photo of the man. I know what he looks like.”
“Sure. You have your laptop with you?”
“I do.” She pulled it out of her case and fired it up.
“I just sent it, boss.”
She opened Lyle’s e-mail and stared at the scar on the man’s face. “Oh my God.”
“Isabella?” Tom’s concern was evident.
“Mason and Grekov are the same man.”
Chapter Fifteen
Clay holstered his gun under his jacket. “I wish we had time to go to the gun range first, bro.” He and Jay had their concealed weapon licenses. They decided to get them when they first started working at GWI and had to make night deposits. Even though their jobs had shifted since then, they kept their licenses current.
“Me, too. It’s been a few weeks since we had target practice.”
They both enjoyed blowing off steam at the range as often as possible.
Jay had his weapon under his jacket as well. “But Izzy is anxious to get to the warehouse, and truthfully, so am I. Besides, I’m sure all we will find is an empty building. We’ve been very careful to keep this trip back to Dallas secret. We’re going to catch Bill, bro.”
“Thanks to Izzy. Without her we would still be in the dark about him.” His cell buzzed. “Speaking of the angel.” He swiped his finger across the screen of his cell to accept the call. “Hi, Izzy.”
“We’ve got to move now, Clay. Your uncle knows we’re in town.”
“What? How?”
“I told him. Moody inserted himself on my conference call with Tom and Lyle. When he asked if we were still in London, I was afraid to lie. It seemed he already knew we were in Dallas. I’m on my way to the warehouse now. I’ll meet you and Jay there.”
“No, honey. Turn around and go back to your place. Stay put. Jay and I will handle this.”
“This is my investigation, Clay. I need to see this to the end.”
“Sweetheart, you know this is dangerous.” He turned to Jay. “We have to go now.”
“I do,” she said. “And I promise not to be stupid. If I get there before you guys, I will wait in my car.”
As he and Jay rushed to their car, Clay knew there was no way in changing her mind. “You will wait for us.”
“Just hurry.”
* * * *
Izzy clicked off her cell and turned onto Elm. She was anxious to complete her investigation, to get to the warehouse, to make sure Bill Moody never stole from GWI again. She looked at her purse, which held her pistol. Being prepared for anything was one of her strong suits, but she wasn’t about to play hero. If Clay and Jay weren’t at the warehouse when she arrived, she would keep her promise and wait for them.
But once everything was wrapped up, would she ever see Clay and Jay again?
Gabby’s words swirled in her mind. “So you’re willing to sacrifice your happiness because there are two men who love you? I should be so lucky.”
She was torn. In her heart she knew she belonged with them. They made her so happy.