Page 76 of Seven Deadly Sins

“That’s a very good question.” She glanced toward Donnelly’s office. “He dragged his feet for a long time regarding Thompson being our guy. Do you think he’s a mole?”

“I hate to say it, but we need to consider the possibility.”

“How do we work this without giving him updates on the case? Macey and Harris will tell him everything they discover.”

“We’ll have to pick and choose what to pass on. Whoa.” He held his hands up.

The computer screen flickered, then a swirling vortex of color appeared on the screen. Seconds later, the screen went black. “That’s it. We won’t get anything else.”

Harper retrieved the paper from the printer. “Let’s start visiting all these before they’re shut down. One of them looks like it might be his bank account.”

The man’s account showed he lived modestly and had no debt outside his mortgage payment. Liam stared at the account with a thousand in checking and five thousand in savings. Did Thompson expect his followers to not conform to the world’s need for things? To be buried in debt?

While Liam strongly suspected that to be the case, they couldn’t know for certain without studying the finances of other followers. He logged out of the account and doubted he’d be able to get in again. Instinct told him the man’s records would probably be expunged. Within a day or two, there’d be very little to show James Miller had ever been alive.

“Got something.” Harper waved him over. “These are the coordinates to their last meeting place. The country club.” She narrowed her eyes. “They were having a meeting the day we were there. Tell me you’d recognize some of the faces in that glassed-in room if you saw them again?”

“Absolutely.” He felt pretty certain she would be able to. Harper didn’t miss much. “Shall we go?”

She shook her head. “We may be working every day right now, but the club is closed on Mondays. They open in the morning at eleven.”

“Guess we know where we’re having lunch. I’ll get us reservations and a membership.”

“You can get us a membership? Won’t our badges do?”

He grinned. “We’re going incognito. No agent and detective, and yes, I can. I have connections. My hacker friend will have us in the country club’s system before the end of today. It’ll look as if we’ve been members for a few years. How do you feel about being Mrs. Maureen O’Ryan for a day? I’m your husband, Sean.”

“Won’t they recognize us?”

“I doubt it. You won’t be wearing a suit. Your hair will be down or in a stylish do. Do you own a dress?” She nodded. “Good. I’ll be dressy casual. We’ll blend right in.”

“If you say so.” She resumed to typing on her keyboard, muttering something that sounded like, “Of course, I own a dress.”

“For funerals and weddings?”

Spots of dark pink colored her cheeks. “Yes.”

“You’ll need something girly. Like a sundress. We’ll stop on the way home tonight. I’ve seen a women’s boutique in this town.”

She crossed her arms. “Are you finished bossing me around?”

“Am I?” He turned his chair to face her. “I’m sorry. I thought we were making plans.”

“You’re making plans.”

“Okay. What would you like to change?”

“Nothing.” She gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I’d like to be asked rather than told, that’s all.”

He chuckled. “Do you mind if we stop after work so you can buy a girly dress?”

“I don’t like girly clothes.”

“You’ll need to fit in. No stern woman detective tomorrow.”

“Fine.” She sighed and returned her attention to the computer screen in front of her.

He’d never understand women. Shaking his head, he searched the database for the member’s list and started looking for photographs. If they’ve been “member” for a few years, he’d need to know some names.

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