“So does Rojas’s arrest help us at all?” A.J. asked, indicating the paperwork.
“No, all the guns recovered from Rojas had been part of the hijacking in Colorado. Although we have a nice solid case against Rojas for the crime, it’s not going to lead us any closer to your brother.”
She looked through the material on her desk. “It’s not here?”
“What?”
“The FBI still hasn’t run the serial number from the automatic weapon we took off Tyrone. Not to mention, I don’t have a report on the fingerprints Kate got off the truck.”
Sienna sat down and dialed Kate, who told her that was all she’d gotten so far.
Sienna then dialed the FBI field office. Again, she was referred to the lab, and again they put her on hold.
Finally, someone came back on the line. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Detective. Yes, your serial number went to the home office yesterday.”
“How is it I still don’t have a report regarding that serial number, yet you processed a rush request for me?”
“I’m sorry, but that’s all I have on my log. Perhaps you could call the home office?”
He gave her the number and she jotted it down. “Now, what about my fingerprints?”
“Please hold again.”
Sienna looked at A.J. and rolled her eyes.
The man came back on the line. “Detective, that request was erroneously filed and hasn’t gone to the home office yet. We’ll send it out right away.”
“This is the second request from an ongoing case that has been botched. Can you give me an explanation for that?”
“No, ma’am, only we process so much information that sometimes things fall through the cracks. Sorry.”
Sienna hung up the phone. She turned to A.J. while she dialed the FBI home office in DC. “Remember when I told you that I don’t believe in coincidences?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I find it strange that they could do a rush job on hundreds of guns, yet one little serial number is overlooked.”
Sienna asked for the appropriate department. She was connected to another lab with another apologetic employee.
“No, ma’am, we don’t have the request. There’s no record the field office in San Diego sent it.”
She hung up and dialed the number and when she got the lab, it was the same story. Although the guy was contrite and promised to look into it, Sienna’s senses were tingling.
“What is that agile brain working on?”
“I feel like I’m getting the runaround and it makes me wonder why.”
“Someone doesn’t want us to know where the M-4 came from or want us to confirm that David drove the truck.”
“Right, but why?”
“That’s what we have to find out.”
“We could track the truck plate through DMV, which would be a place to start. Right now, I’m fresh out of ideas.”
“Let’s go with that. We’ll at least see where the truck came from.”
After requesting the information, they found out that the truck was registered to the naval base on Coronado.