“Twice. No response yet.”
“Someone might be monitoring the new Gmail account.”
“I used his code. Just asked if he was okay. That we wanted to be in touch.”
“Wingo might not be letting him respond. He might not trust us.”
“If I were him, I wouldn’t trust anyone,” replied Sean.
“So what do we do about Vista?”
“We wait.”
Four hours later, when Michelle had ordered but not touched her fourth cup of coffee, their patience was rewarded.
Sean’s voice crackled in her ear. “Alan Grant and our bogie on your three.”
Michelle imperceptibly turned to look in that direction. She had on a ball cap pulled low with her long hair bundled up inside it. Wide sunglasses covered the top half of her face.
“Eyeballs on,” she replied.
Grant and his colleague looked like young, successful businessmen having a quick meeting on the street. Michelle couldn’t hear what they were saying, and she didn’t want to risk getting up and crossing the street to get closer. If they spotted her, it might blow their only chance to advance the investigation.
“Plan?” she whispered.
“If they split up, I’ll take Grant, you take the bogie. If they both go inside the office building, follow them in, see and hear what you can. Same if the bogie goes in alone.”
“What if they ID me?”
“You’re pretty well disguised, and there are a lot of people around. I think we just have to risk it.”
“And you?”
“If one or both leave in a car, I’ll follow Grant while you’re on the bogie. You got your wheels nearby?”
“Around the corner. But I miss my Land Cruiser.”
“Look, just throw some trash around the car’s interior and you’ll feel right at home.”
“God, you are so funny you could go into stand-up,” she snapped.
“Everyone needs to have a backup career.”
“You really think this is going to lead somewhere?”
“If Wingo is interested in these folks, then we are too.”
“They’re heading into the building.”
“Good luck.”
“Roger that.”
Michelle rose and took up the tail. She wedged herself in with a group of people who were entering the building after Grant and his colleague.
She just managed to jump onto the elevator with Grant, the other man, and ten more people. She pushed to the back, keeping Grant and his companion in front of her. She caught snatches of their conversation but doubted they would be discussing anything sensitive in public.
They got off, as she knew they would, on the sixth floor. Four other people exited the elevator car there, so she decided to chance it. She followed them down the hall and passed by them as they entered the offices of Vista Trading Group. It was a double-door entry and looked impressive. Grant must be pretty successful because this was a Class A building and rents were not cheap in this area of D.C.