Page 37 of Double Edged Hearts
Chapter Ten
Cora
There… this should work.
Encouraged by my conversation with Richard, I decided to really try to shove my worries to the back of my mind and focus. This little gadget is what I came up with.
I stare at the little round device that fits in the palm of my hand and hope it will work. It’s called a ghost tracker.
I spent the night working on it. Using this device I should be able to track the location of a person completely covertly with just the use of their phone number. I want to use it to see if the number we have for Matvey is completely out of use. I’ve input the number. If someone uses the phone again the ghost tracker will alert me.
The idea came to me last night on the way back from Richard’s. I went to the electrical store near my apartment and got the stuff I needed to build it. The Bureau will have equipment like this they use all the time, but not exactly like this.
Technically it’s a hacking device because I had to write a code into it that will allow me to listen in on a call. I had to do some research on how to do certain things but I think it will work on an operational level. As to whether or not it will work for what I need it for is another story.
And, since the device leans more on the side of its tracking facilities I won’t feel bad for falling into old habits.Illegal old habits.
That’s not to say I’ll go shouting about it from the rooftops. I’d most likely get in trouble and have to justify myself in some way but I figured if it helps then it helps.
It’s my way of helping a situation that is fast proving to be leading us nowhere. Today is Monday. Monday morning again, I’m hoping this week will be different to the last.
Quickly I get changed for work and head out. Over the next few hours I check the ghost tracker just to see if maybe I missed an alert. So far there’s nothing. The screen has been blank every time I checked.
After lunch we got some evidence sent in from the police from the murder last week, so Lyndsey and I have been mulling over that for the last hour.
What we have is a stack of printed emails, a few handwritten notes from the victim that looked like they were for someone he worked with, and bank statements listing cash deposits into a few bank accounts that total a hundred thousand.
We went through the emails and didn’t really find anything of value to us and we went through the bank statements. All that stood out were some transactions coming from banks in Switzerland, Italy and England.
Lyndsey suggested contacting the banks to get more details but we’ll need certain permissions to get information like that.
I rest on the edge of my desk and gaze out the window. The sun is low and it’s almost time to go home again. Looks like we’re going to have another fruitless day.
Lyndsey sighs and I look back to her.
“What do you want to do?” she asks.
“I’m not sure. It’s not going to hurt to look deeper into the bank accounts but honestly…” I press my lips together then sigh. “I don’t know where this is going to lead Lyndsey. It just feels like it’s taking us off track. I’m not saying we shouldn’t do it. I just think we shouldn’t rely on it.”
“Yeah. I agree.” She runs a hand through her hair, looking exhausted. She was in before me today. “Will you be okay for a while? I think I need a little break. I promised Owen I’d check in.”
“Lyndsey we’ve been working all day. Of course you can have a break.” I chuckle and she smiles.
“Thanks. Call me if you need me.”
“I will. Take your time.”
“Cool.” She nods, grabs her bag from her desk and saunters away.
I sit there for a few minutes just gazing through the window. This case is undoubtedly the hardest I’ve worked since joining the Bureau. It’s annoying me that I can’t do more than I am. It makes me feel incompetent and inadequate. We were called in from LA to help but haven’t done shit.
I hop off the desk and my jacket pocket starts buzzing. At first I think it’s my phone, then I realize it’s not. It’s the ghost tracker.
I grab it quickly, gasping when I look at the screen and see the display light up with Matvey’s number. Fuck… it’s in use. It’s not delisted or anything like that. It’s being used now.
I rush to my computer and plug the tracker into the USB drive. Instantly the screen goes dark but highlights with a luminous blue dot for Matvey’s number and a red dot for the person he’s calling. I click on the blue dot and my heart leaps with joy when the address comes up. It’s for an accountancy firm downtown called Broadman’s.
I take a screenshot of the address and click on the red dot next to see the address of that. The docks come up. Both dots blink when the call is live and I could listen in if I wanted to. But the blinking stops and holds stationary, signaling that the call is over.
