Joe flung open the door but stopped when he saw Callie raising her fist to knock.
"Callie!" he exclaimed.
Callie smiled at Joe, but her smile froze when her gaze caught Frank. Her face turned deathly white. Her lips trembled.
Frank strode over, brushing Joe aside with a swipe of his long arm. He wrapped Callie in a tight embrace.
"I knew it, I knew it," Callie muttered to herself as tears ran down her face. Frank didn't say a word; he just continued to hold her.
Joe walked backwards a few steps before turning and sitting in a chair by the table. He locked eyes with Vanessa and smiled. She smiled back, but it didn't seem to reach her eyes.
Callie and Frank huddled in the corner of the room speaking quietly for several minutes before coming back to join the rest of the group around the table. After catching Callie up, Fenton and Joe addressed their discovery in the documents.
"Here's the list of the companies that Vanessa obtained," Fenton said, sliding a packet of papers across the table to Callie.
"I don't recognize any of thes-" Callie's voice cut off as she read a name that triggered a memory. Dragon Aeronautics. Callie flashed back to Mills' office.
"Dragon Aeronautics!" she exclaimed. "That's the company that that guy worked for."
"Brian," Joe interjected. "I remembered his name because he kinda looked like Brian Billick."
Callie looked at him quizzically.
"He was the coach of the Ravens when they won their first Super Bowl," Joe explained. He was greeted with blank stares. "Offensive coordinator of the Vikings when they set the single-season points record." Still more blank stares.
"You can culture us Philistines later," Vanessa said. "What exactly does this mean?"
"It means that Brian is likely involved in the insider trading and the bombing, which we now believe to be linked," Fenton said. "But Brian doesn't actually work for Ducroy, and, as far as we know, he only has one point of contact within the organization."
"Andrew. Mills." Joe triumphantly punctuated each word by pounding on the table. "I knew it. What did you did find out at dinner?"
Callie pursed her lips in thought. "Not much, although he did seem really nervous." She paused. "I just can't see him killing innocent people."
Joe elbowed Frank in the ribs. "She's defending him because she's got a crush," he said in a stage whisper.
Callie glared at Joe.
"I agree with Joe," Frank said, a frown on his face. "This Mills character seems like our guy, along with Brian of course."
Fenton snapped his fingers. "Callie, didn't you say Mills and Brian were in a heated argument?"
Callie nodded.
"What if Mills found out about the bombing?" Fenton asked. "Mills is passing information to Brian, but he gives bad information about the merger. Brian hires the Assassins to carry out the bombing, and when Mills discovers Brian was behind it-"
"Mills freaks out," Joe interjected. "Now he's terrified of going down for a serious crime."
"I'm confused," Vanessa said. "Why did Mills agree to go to dinner with Callie if he knew she was investigating something he was involved in that could land him in jail for the rest of his life?"
"From what I've gathered about Mills, he thinks he's pretty smart," Fenton said. "He likely thought he could get information from Callie without giving too much away."
Joe smirked. "Or he's got a little something for Callie. Watch out Frank."
Frank deflected Joe's elbow this time, twisting Joe's arm in the process. Joe grunted in pain.
"I need to let the Gray Man know about this," Fenton said, getting up from the table. "I think that's all we can do at this point. He'll give the word to pick up both Mills and Brian."
Frank stood in the alcove; his blood-shot eyes staring vacantly at the ice machine. He had tossed and turned on the hotel cot for what seemed like hours before deciding to go for a walk.
"Fancy meeting you here," a female voice broke Frank out of his haze. He turned to see Vanessa holding an ice bucket.
"Great minds think alike," he joked.
She stared at him for a few seconds before putting her bucket on the carpet and pulling him into an embrace. Frank hugged her back.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"About us. About Joe and Callie."
Frank hesitated. In the back of his mind, he had known this reckoning was coming, but he had been able to distract himself until now. He knew it was the real reason for his insomnia.
"Vanessa," Frank said haltingly. "I care about you, but I also care about Joe and Callie. Joe is my brother, and Callie is my girlfriend."
"I know," Vanessa choked. "I know this wouldn't work, and I do want to be with Joe. But what do I tell him?"
Frank paused for a few seconds. "Nothing. We're not going to say anything. It would only hurt them."
Vanessa nodded, her face rubbing against Frank's arm. "What happened in the cabin stays in the cabin. It's like Vegas."
Frank chuckled. "Yes, it's like Vegas."
"Good morning Sunshine," the Gray Man said as he leaned back in the chair, sipping a cup of coffee with a USA Today tucked under his arm. He looked like every single business traveler in every hotel Joe had ever seen.
"Hunggh," Joe said as he sat upright on the sleeper sofa and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked over to see his father already dressed and ready for the day. To Joe's annoyance, Frank looked just as prepared.
"What's the news?" Fenton asked.
"We were able to get a positive identification on the body that we found at the coordinates Frank provided. He was indeed a member of the Assassins. Although, it appeared the body may have been moved." The Gray Man narrowed his eyes as he looked at Frank.
Frank shrugged. "I buried the body so the Nazis wouldn't mess with it."
"For some reason I find it hard to believe there isn't more to the story," the Gray Man said, continuing to lock eyes with Frank.
Frank sat in silence, not making any facial expressions.
"I don't know why I put up with you two," the Gray Man sighed. "We've put out an APB on Brian McCall, but he seems to have gone underground. It looks like he's on the run."
"What about Mills?" Joe asked.
The Gray Man took a long swig of coffee. "Mills is no longer an issue."
"What does that mean?" Fenton asked.
"After he dropped off Callie here at the hotel, Mills continued home. From what we gathered from the waitstaff, he had been drinking at the restaurant pretty heavily. Perhaps he was impaired when it happened."
"When what happened?"
"Mills lost control of his car and went into Puget Sound last night. He's dead."