And this is just one of the many differences between us and the police or other agencies. We don’t answer to anybody, we run these ops how we want to, using the equipment that we need and not having to rely on systems that only house about twenty percent of the information that we need.
It’s no surprise why MAC Security has become a well-known name within the authorities; not just in a good way, but also a bad way. Some people don’t like the fact that we can come in and solve a case within a week or two that has taken an agency six months of exhausting all of their resources and they still haven’t got anywhere.
Jealousy. Plain and simple. They wish they had the resources that we did.
“I’m going in,” Luke announces, coming up to the speed limit.
I keep a keen eye on all the cameras, having all of the twelve cameras that surround the van on and recording. Not a blind spot in sight.
We drive through all of the units trying to find the SUV but we come up empty.
“I’m gonna do another drive around.”
“No.” I lift up and pop my head through the little hatch. “Don’t, they could be watching. Just drive us out and we can get back to the compound. I’ll find out who he is and we can go from there.”
“Good plan,” Luke says, turning slightly toward me as we drive back out through the gates to the estate.
“Batman.” I chuckle at my joke before ducking into the back again, saving all of the footage to a USB and wiping it off the system.
“What did you get?” Ty asks as we both walk into the office at the warehouse. It took us a good hour to get out of the city as we got caught in traffic. When we finally got back to the compound, it was almost six and I knew that I probably had another hour of work to do on the computer to pull a profile of this guy together.
“You go do your thing, Evan. I’ll fill him in,” Luke tells me.
“Awesome.” I spin around, leaving the door open as there’s only me, Luke, and Ty left in the warehouse now.
I head over the mats and to my computer, moving the mouse pad to bring the eight screens to life before I sit down and interlock my fingers together, stretching them out in front of me and cracking a few knuckles in the process.
My fingers fly over the keyboard before I push the USB into one of the fifteen ports that I have before I download all of the videos onto the hard drive. Clicking the picture I saved of the guy, I drop it into my system before pushing it to the second screen and working on the image quality of the videos, also scanning for anyone else who was around at the time, trying to see if any of them were watching him or even the SUV.
A ping on my screen brings up the guy’s name and I click on it to enlarge it, scanning it and reading all about him before printing off the standard profile that my system has generated. Although it’s not really necessary because we all know who he is.
I grab a light-brown folder and turn to the printer after pressing print and then stand up before grabbing the sheets once the printer has spat them out. I head back to the office where Luke and Ty are still talking.
“That was fast,” Ty comments as I walk in, his brows raised.
“It’s just my normal search,” I tell him. “I’ll do a more in-depth one and have it ready for the meeting in the morning.”
He nods in reply as he takes the folder off me before I sit down next to Luke on the sofa, waiting for Ty to put it together. He lifts his eyes, showing me that he recognizes who it is. “Damn.”
“I know.” I grin, crossing my ankles and leaning back. “We’ll catch him this time.” My whole body buzzes with anticipation.
“Who is it?” Luke asks, looking from me to Ty.
“Darrell Le’Fraine.”
Luke’s eyes widen and he sits up, leaning his arms on his thighs as he turns his head between us. “The Darrell Le’Fraine? Darrell, the con artist, Darrell? The only case that has gotten away from us?”
“Yep,” I answer, popping the p.
“Evan, get as much info as you can, I want a full extended profile on this fucker.” Ty pushes up from the desk he’s leaning on. “Luke, I want you to find all of the old information we have on him.”
We both stand up to get working but Ty holds his hand up, stopping us.
“Not now though, you’ve both been on this job for twelve hours straight. Go home, get something to eat and a good night’s sleep. We’ll all get on this case tomorrow with fresh heads.”
We all stay silent for a second, looking at each oth
er and knowing that this could be it, the final chance to get Darrell Le’Fraine and put him away for good. Ty’s the first one to turn around and leave, Luke following a few seconds after him, but I don’t.