The Fall of East: Book 3 in the Hear No Evil Trilogy, Malone, Nana [inspiring books for teens txt] 📗

I laughed. "Is that what we're calling him now?"

"What, Agent Kincade? You're being lewd and suggestive. And I love every moment of it."

I shook my head. "Focus."

He leaned over me once more, and then he stopped suddenly. "That's Theroux."

I nodded. "Right? That looks just like him."

“Sure. He’s younger, but that's fucking Theroux."

“Christ. What does this mean?”

East’s voice was distracted. "Actually, hold on, hold on. There was one investigator, Mathias Tutone, who interviewed the witnesses. He pulled all the fingerprints from the boat that day just in case there was evidence of foul play. But then the crash was ruled accidental, the fingerprints were considered inconsequential and never matched up."

I pulled the fingerprint files out and scattered them. "All right, so we have fingerprints, but it will be impossible getting anyone on the boat to surrender theirs after thirty years. Van Linsted’s we have, but not the others.”

East grinned at me then. "Unless we figure that if Theroux is looking for Warlow, that means Warlow associates with thieves. And if he associates with thieves, he has probably been in trouble before. So his fingerprints would be on file.”

I stared at him. "I could fucking kiss you."

"Well, I'm game, because you are looking very, very sexy."

I laughed. "God, I love you so much."

"The feeling is mutual. And while I could, you know, make this day even more festive, I'd much rather show you the sites of Milan then spend the rest of the evening in the comforts of our own bed."

I grinned. "Yeah, I can get behind that plan." I held on to the fingerprints and the photos that we found. “We are this much closer to having him, East.”

He stood, closing up his box and ridding the table of all the files that we weren't taking. "I know. We make a hell of a team, don't we?"

"Yeah, we do." And I meant it. I’d thought that Denning and I made a great team because we had the same interests and worked at the same place, had the same career goals, but with East, this felt like a true partnership. The kind that lasted forever. And for the first time, that was something that I actually wanted.

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East

Thankfully, we returned to the hotel without incident. We had Pietro as our security detail, but I’d also hired an invisible team that Nyla didn’t know about. Better safe than sorry. The lads were already trying to Facetime us before we even managed to close the door behind us. I liked that Nyla had already gotten used to my need to double-check security parameters before fully walking in, and she waited for me in the foyer while I ran all the checks to make sure that everything was good. Pietro was posted at the end of the hall. Two more were in the lobby, and the other six were somewhere close by.

My phone buzzing gave me a jolt, but I picked up nonetheless, and saw Bridge's face on my phone. "Oh, you look happy."

Drew and Ben crammed into the frame, making Bridge purse his lips. "Do you see what I'm dealing with?"

I had to laugh. "I'll just hook up and connect you to the laptop, and then we'll update you."

I quickly changed my setup and put the phone on my tripod as I connected it to my laptop, and Nyla dragged off her long sweater, tossing it on the back of the couch before she sat down next to me.

When I could see them in a better frame, I could see that Livy and Emma were there, too. I saw Amelia as well, so I could only assume that Telly was off camera somewhere. "Hey, loser."

“Hey, loser.” Telly popped into the frame and then stuck her tongue out at me.

I could only shake my head. "What's it like to be second place, Tells?" All I could hear was her laughter as she ran off camera. I heard another female voice too. Ah yes. Telly’s wife, Carmen. “Looks like a proper party.”

Bridge just rolled his eyes. “We all wanted to celebrate a weekend without you. Now, can we get to the matter at hand? What did you find?"

I glanced at Nyla. "You tell them."

"Okay, well, good news and bad news. We've found nothing big we can use right away. But we did find some fingerprints that were taken from the boat that crashed."

Telly popped into the frame, pushing Ben out of the way. "I can run them if you want. Just send me the files, and I'll get on that."

I nodded my thanks. “Actually, if you can first find a record of any possible arrests Henry Warlow might have had and pull his prints, then we can compare them to those found on the boat.”

She nodded. "Sure thing. If he’s been arrested, I'll find him. I know you’re sad you don’t get to do this yourself.”

I gave her a smirk. "Well, I'd be faster, but seeing as I'm here and you're there, and it’s probably going to be faster because of your setup, I'll let you have this one." Truth was, friendly competition aside, she really was brilliant.

She rolled her eyes and skipped off. Ben came back into the frame. "So, if we can find Warlow's prints and match them to the ones that were on the boat, what happens then?"

Drew piped up. "Well, that would mean we need to match them to Lord Jameson's."

“Exactly," Nyla said. "Amelia, you could probably try and get back into the estate and lift a set."

Amelia nodded. "Yeah, I could go, but Denning has got me on a tight leash. He doesn't want any more fuck ups. And Jameson is cagey, so I’ll need a really good reason to go. It will be tough."

Lucas shoved Drew out of the way. Finally, Ben just gave up and turned their device on portrait orientation. "Hold on, we need to prop it up so everyone can see. The gang is getting a lot bigger