The Collection Girls (Emily Slate FBI Mystery Thriller Book 2) by Alex Sigmore

Author:Alex Sigmore [Sigmore, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Woods Press
Published: 2022-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Zara and I are standing outside a small, ranch-style house in college park, just outside of the University of Maryland. The home, despite its small size, probably would go for a cool half a million even in its current state, which isn’t good. But that just speaks to the insane home prices in this part of the state.

It’s all brick with green shutters and a storm door with the letter “M” carved in wrought iron on the front door. It looks to me like the house was built in the fifties or sixties and hasn’t seen much of an update since then.

“You think he was telling the truth?” Zara asks.

“I don’t know,” I reply. “He’s been pretty combative this entire time.” I glance over at her. “Did you see how red his face got when you started poking around in his system?”

“Part of me just wanted to do it to mess with him,” she replies.

I chuckle. “Is it bad I really enjoyed arresting him?”

“For as much of a pain in our asses as he’s been? Not at all,” she replies.

After Aruz had helped Zara download a list of all their drivers, active and otherwise, we waited on the support unit to come pick up Aruz. We would have taken him in ourselves, but given the time-sensitive nature of this case, Janice was able to pull some strings for us. Still, since we arrested him without a warrant, he’ll have to appear before a Magistrate Judge to determine culpability.

But honestly, I don’t even care what happens to Aruz. Not until Hannah is back home, safe. Before they carted him away, he informed us all his backups are kept offsite at a second location. When he said that I hadn’t expected the second location to be an unassuming single-family home ten miles away.

“Let’s go see if we can add perjury to his list of charges,” I joke, walking up the broken concrete walk leading to the front door from the small mailbox. If I had to guess, I would say this house belonged to a little old lady, given its condition. Though the plants out front need some care. It looks like they haven’t been pruned in a while.

I knock on the door and step back, looking for any security measures and finding none. No video camera, no signs in the yard informing would-be thieves this house is protected by so-and-so. To house such secure data, Aruz sure isn’t trying to protect it.

“Are we sure we have the right address?” I ask Zara. She only shrugs.

A few moments later the front door opens to reveal a young woman who can’t be more than twenty-one. Her hair is a bright purple and she’s wearing fishnets under torn black jeans, combat boots and a leather jacket, along with a large number of bracelets and even a choker.

“Yeah?” she asks.

I hold out my badge. “Agents Slate and Foley with the FBI. Are you Julie?”

“Jules,” she says. “What do you want?” She doesn’t seem perturbed in the slightest two FBI agents are on her porch.

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