Page 54 of Tango
“Honestly, a bit better.” She takes a deep breath. “I told Dylan about the video.”
Frustration shoves the attraction burning within me to the side. “That wasn’t your place.”
“Actually, it was.” She sets her Bible down on the table and crosses her arms. “I won’t have you lying to your family on my behalf. We either do it honestly, or we don’t do it at all.”
“It wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t tell him.”
“Omission is still a lie when information like this is withheld.”
She’s right. And the fact that she told Dylan only makes my feelings grow. “Well, he’s going to be a delight to deal with next time I see him.”
Alice smiles—it’s small, but there. “Actually, he was really kind. I think he appreciated the honesty.”
“Dylan’s like that.”
“What have you been doing? Any more news on Logan?”
“Nope. I’ve been staring at the surveillance video, looking for a break, but so far, I’ve got nothing.” Turning on my heel, I head back into my office. Alice follows with Tango trotting right alongside her.
The video is paused on my projector screen, zoomed in on the grainy woman holding the gun. I can’t make out features, just her dark hair and general stature.
“We’ve stared at that video, run every program—we need to start figuring out what Web Safe wants.”
“I know. But I can’t help but believe this is a part of it. It’s all connected. I mean, how did Ramiro figure it out in the first place when everyone else at Web Safe seems to be completely in the dark? Why did he go to you? He could have gone to the authorities, could have gone to the CEO of Web Safe. Yet he went to you to fix it before reporting it.”
“He was afraid. He had no idea how many people were involved.”
I turn toward her. “But why did he suspect anyone else was involved? You don’t go from finding something like that to automatically assuming the worst.”
Her expression shifts slightly, brows furrowing. Is she catching what I’m trying not to say? “I don’t know.”
“Which is why we need to crack this video. If we can break this, then we can hopefully trace it. Follow the lead all the way back to Web Safe.” I hit play again, and the video continues from the moment both Alice and Ramiro come into view. She raises her gun and fires. “I just don’t see how they—” I trail off, my gaze landing on Ramiro. Pausing it, I move closer, then lean in and study the grainy form lying on the ground. “Hang on.” Retrieving the phone from my pocket, I tap on Dylan’s contact information.
He answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”
“Come back, I need your opinion on something.”
“On my way.” The call ends, so I tap Loyotta’s contact.
“Loyotta,” he answers, tone gruff.
“What tattoos did Ramiro have?”
Alice’s eyes widen, and she turns back to the screen, moving in so close that part of the image is shining on the back of her head.
“He didn’t have any,” he replies. “Why?”
“I don’t think the video they sent you is of Ramiro.”
“How is that possible? It looks just like him.”
“It’s grainy,” I reply. “They knew what we thought we were going to see and used that to make us see what they wanted.”
“What are you getting at?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll get back to you once I do.”
“Let me know what I can do to help.”
