Chapter 15
Logan slid an eight-by-ten photograph across the conference table to Cowboy.
“Grace Vasile rented a cabin in the Swiss Alps from October of last year until September of this year. Her name was the only one on the lease, but our friends at Interpol provided us with a forwarding order that was put in by Mason Petrovich to have his mail sent there from his home in Russia.”
“Nice work, Logan,” said Jax. “Do we have a picture of Petrovich?”
“Not yet. I’m still trying to get one from the authorities.”
“Sounds like we found Red’s wife’s baby daddy,” said Cowboy. “Now we just need to go on Springer to get the DNA results.”
“Any word from Red?” asked Jax.
Cowboy nodded. “Oh, yeah. I heard from him, all right. I think he might be banging his new wife. I mean, not yet. Probably. Probably not yet, I mean. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into the situation.”
Jax cursed under his breath “At this rate, I’m going to have to hire new people every fucking six months.”
“That reminds me. I hired a woman from NIS named Ashley. She’s badass, don’t let the frilly name fool you. And I tried to hire a dude from SEAL Team Twelve named Austin, but he doesn’t want the job.”
“Why not?” asked Jax.
“Apparently he’s considering other offers.”
Logan stood up. “I’d like to take a look at the satellite footage from the pedestrian bridge explosion. Go back in time, see if I can find our suspect when he planted the bomb.”
“Do it,” said Jax.