A pause. “On my way.”
I ended the call and looked at the screen again. Henry Harcourt Benton, on a 2019 incorporation document, sharing a registered agent with an entity that had existed as a shell for funding Onyx Bay.
It didn’t prove Henry was working with them, but it raised the possibility.
I looked across the parlor at Cabot.
“Is there more?” I asked.
“About?”
“Henry.”
He took a breath. “I’ll need to think. I never focused on Henry. I need to think.”
“Then think. Whatever you remember about him—events, dates, who he came in with, who he left with, his friends, his enemies—we need it. Not tomorrow. Tonight. If you can pull anything out quickly, we’ll share that with Eamon.”
“Yes.”
“Use the laptop if you need to.”
“Yes.”
He picked up the laptop. His hands were steady.
I pulled out my phone and looked at the camera feed. Outside, a man in a wool overcoat had stopped pretending to check his phone. He was looking at the front of the house.
Chapter eight
Farrow
Wiley came down at four a.m. ready to work. I was in the kitchen, waiting on the kettle to brew a pot of English breakfast tea.
He headed for the parlor, one of the hardened laptops tucked under his arm.
Reed had returned to his post an hour earlier. Dane had lingered until two a.m. before I’d finally convinced him he needed at least a few hours of sleep. Even then, he’d taken a room above the parlor. It was close enough to be down the stairs in seconds.
I carried two mugs of steaming tea into the parlor. The laptop screen cast a thin wash of light across Wiley’s face. He wasn’t typing yet. His hands hovered over the keyboard, settled on the edge, and then rose again.
“Up already?” I asked.
He didn’t look away from the screen. “Define up.”
“Functional.”
“Then no.”
I set a mug on the coffee table beside him and kept mine as I settled into the chair opposite.
“You’re stuck,” I said.
He looked up as I reached for the lamp on the side table and clicked it on low. “I’m not stuck.”
“You are.” I kept my voice level. “You have more than you can hold in your head, and you don’t know how to lay it out.”
He closed the laptop and set it on the couch beside him. He reached for the mug.
“Tea, and not coffee?”