Farrow took Wiley’s coat and hung it on the hook by the door.
Six inches.That far to the left and the round took him out instead of embedding itself in the wall near the elevator.
“Parlor,” I said. Wiley went past me, and Farrow followed.
Cabot was on his feet by the time we cleared the doorway. He’d set the pad down on the coffee table. He crossed the room before I got there myself and placed a hand on Wiley’s upper arm.
“You’re here.”
“I’m here.”
Wiley sat on the couch, and Cabot took a chair. Wiley immediately retrieved his laptop from the coffee table and opened it. I stood in my corner, with Farrow by the window.
“What did Cambridge PD find?” Wiley asked. “Tell me everything.”
I gave him all the information cleanly. When I was done, he was quiet for a count of four.
“Read me the vendor name again.”
I read it.
“They’re the third intermediary on the second tier of my map. I put a star by them in red two nights ago. Until now, I haven’t been able to attach that entity to a person.”
“Now you can?” I asked.
“I think it’s Helen Patterson, but probably an unwitting one. I don’t know whether she realized what they were before she died. Patterson didn’t have my research yet.”
“That makes sense,” I said.
“But after I fed Patterson, he could put it together. He understood how they were using Henry, and he saw what his wife had unknowingly funded. He sat on it long enough to figure out who at theGlobehe could trust with it, which turned out to be no one, and that’s why he asked Eamon for a meeting instead.”
“Yes.”
“So, he isn’t compromised. Not the way I thought,” said Wiley.
“He was trying to stop what his wife helped set in motion,” Cabot said.
They looked at each other across the coffee table. Cabot and Wiley were a team now.
“Cabot, the sixth name. Spell it,” Wiley said.
Wiley typed as Cabot spelled. He turned his laptop a quarter turn so they could both see.
“That’s a match,” Cabot said.
Across the room, Farrow was still. He’d seen the same thing I had: our two principals at one screen, with two threats merging into one, more than twice as dangerous as before.
The doorbell rang.
All four of us froze. Then Farrow was in motion toward the door. I followed.
“Reed, what is it?” I asked.
“A male in his mid-twenties.Globesatchel. He has a bike helmet under his arm.”
Farrow and I took positions on opposite sides of the door. I had my hand on my sidearm.
“Cabot. Wiley. Stay where you are,” Farrow said.