They arrived at Bronson's apartment and while McCord stayed in the car to keep looking through the phone records until she found something Kate and Henderson headed into the building.
They went into the apartment, having taken his keys from his personal effects, without too much difficulty and started their search, after making sure that there was no one inside waiting to surprise them.
They worked separately, hoping the speed up the process and find something quicker. They searched room after room, neither finding anything in the kitchen, living room or the cupboards that they looked in.
Henderson was now looking in the bathroom while Kate made her way through the contents of his bedroom. She hadn't found anything in the bedside draws or on the windowsill and was just about to start looking in the wardrobe when she heard McCord's voice from the living room, calling for her and Henderson.
Kate headed out quickly, hoping that McCord had found something that they could use. Henderson was a few meters behind her when she came to a stop in front of where McCord was standing, her laptop open on the coffee table in front of her. Both Kate and Henderson moved to stand beside McCord and then looked down at the laptop screen, waiting for McCord to show them what she'd found.
"This number here," she began to explain, pointing at the screen where there was the same number highlighted again and again, "Appeared in Bronson's records a few months ago and there is a record of it calling Bronson every night since it appeared. According to these records the first time it rang him Bronson picked up and had a forty five minute conversation with the person on the other end, after that however whenever the number rang Bronson wouldn't answer, until last week. Last week he answered the call three times and talked for ten to fifteen minutes before hanging up."
"Who does the number belong to?" Kate inquired, wondering who on earth would ring someone every night even if they didn't get an answer. To her this looked like it could be a very promising lead, if it panned out.
"It belongs to a reported by the name of Brad Parker," McCord responded, clicking on the screen and bringing up a file on Brad Parker.
Kate studied the screen for a few moments, as did Henderson on the other side of McCord.
"His girlfriend," Kate muttered after a few minutes of silence, "She died about the same time as Valkyrie did in a car accident that left the body unidentifiable, that sounds like another cover up to me."
Henderson nodded. "Parker must have worked it out somehow and found out who Bronson was."
"That was my thinking," McCord agreed, "So I found out where he lives and where he's likely to be."
Kate and Henderson both nodded. "How about we quickly finish up here," Henderson suggested, "See if aside from the phone calls Bronson and Parker had any contact, then go and find Parker."
Kate nodded and headed back towards the bedroom to keep looking in there. She opened the wardrobe and gave the row of hanging clothes a quick look before she reached up and riffled though the boxes at the top. After finding nothing there except for some shirts, old notebooks, and boxes of photos that looked like they were from his child hood and Kate really didn't think they had time to go through all of them on the off chance there was something helpful.
She had just placed them all back when she was aware of McCord coming into the room behind her. Kate ignored her as she knelt on the floor and began to search her way through the various shoes, boxes and stacks of paper and notebooks that were there.
McCord came to kneel beside her and helped her look through everything. After working in silence for a few minutes McCord spoke. "So, have you decided what you're going to do?"
Kate knew immediately what she was talking about. "No," she answered, giving her head a shake, "I know I should call them, and I have a feeling I probably will, but I really don't want to have to tell them that Rick is a few hours away from dying."
McCord remained silent for a few seconds, deciding what to say in response to Kate's worries. "They need to be told Kate, you know that, and I know you don't want to but someone needs to and it isn't going to be Castle."
Kate nodded in agreement. "I'll ring them when we get back in the car," she decided, "But first let's see if we can find anything; Rick is running out of time."
McCord nodded and then the two of them worked through the remainder of the closet in silence.
Kate had almost given up hope of finding anything when she came across a knackered looking notebook that was under a pile of boxes. She pulled it out and sat back on her heels, placing it on her thighs before opening it and thumbing through it.
"I found something," she stated once she got through the whole thing, skimming the pages to find anything that would help.
Beside her McCord put down the box she had been looking through and moved to lean closer to Kate so she could see what Kate was holding.
"I think it's a record of his time oversees," Kate stated, "I picked up bits and pieces about people ending up in the medic tent for various reasons. There isn't much about what he was really doing there, I guess because it was black ops, but there is a little about their contact on the inside." Kate found the page she was looking for and pointed to a passage before she started to read. "Our inside person, Valkyrie, is a hell of a lot braver than I feel right now. They're behind enemy lines getting our information while I'm sat here safe and sound waiting for something to happen."
"So he didn't know she was a woman then," McCord muttered as Kate stopped.
"At that point yes," Kate agreed, "But further on the pronoun turns from they to she." She rifled through the pages again until she found the passage she had been talking about. "I found out today that Valkyrie is a woman and that she's getting closer to the target."
"Is there anything else about her?" McCord asked.
"The last page is about the end of the operation," Kate explained, turning to it, "But it's very short and doesn't really make much sense unless you know what happened."
McCord just looked at her, waiting for Kate to read once again. Kate took a breath and began. "We killed her, she trusted us and we let her down." Kate stopped reading and shut the note book. "That's it," she muttered, "That's the last line."
"So Bronson knew," McCord mussed, "He knew that they'd killed Valkyrie."
Kate nodded. "I wonder if he said anything to Parker," she wondered aloud, "Because it looks like Parker may well have blamed him if he is behind the killing."
McCord shrugged. "Maybe he did maybe he didn't, unless there's some sort of record of it in here we probably won't find anything."
Kate stood. "Let's got to Parker's, hopefully there will be something more there."
"Ok," McCord agreed, also standing.
Kate picked up the notebook from the floor, she was taking it with them, and the two of them headed out of the bedroom to find Henderson and go.