All familiar characters belong to Janet.
"I accidentally found a phone while the cops were busy," Tank announced after searching the immediate area without appearing to be. "I'm sure they won't miss it. They don't need it as much as we do."
The officers and detectives were actively discussing what they found here, and aren't being as vigilant as they should. If they knew what I did about what the state of Henry's body represented, or the sick son of a bitch behind it, they be pissing themselves and checking to see if early-retirement is an option.
"Phone's busted, but I'm betting we can still get something off it," Tank continued, plugging in a 'stick' that Hector had perfected.
It's similar to a thumb drive and when it's inserted into a cell, it scans and saves all the phone's info and history and will then send it to the control room for analyzing and printing.
"If there are any pictures," Steph told him, "I Do Not want to see them."
"I'm with wifey," Kane said, earning him another retaliatory action, this time to the region of his gut. "Jesus ... I said wife instead of little woman. You have an issue with everything I say."
"Not everything, but you do need to learn a few things about women. If someone called Harper insignificant, what would you do?" She asked him.
"I'd start removing body parts ... sorry Henry," he said, towards the body waiting to be bagged.
"Well ... 'little woman' and 'wifey' sound just as dismissive, so you may want to keep that in mind if you want to keep your joystick intact."
"You definitely know how to get your point across, Babe," I said, fighting to stay in the moment and not let the memories take over as I disconnected the call I'd placed to Rangeman.
"Thanks. Did Vince get any info from the phone?"
"It appears to belong to Mrs. Tipple. She was either on-scene at the time of the dump-off and was 'careless', or the killer or Henry felt the need to take it from her at some point. In her saved emails, one sent to a co-worker hinted at a 'vacation' she was extremely apprehensive about going on."
"Did she drop the phone on purpose so someone would find it and start asking questions?" Steph asked.
"Stranger things have happened."
"Yeah, like this whole situation."
"Shit," Kane added to the conversation. "What the hell did Leo get himself into?"
"Something he wouldn't survive," Tank answered. "So the phone info checks out with what we already know. Silvio's working the Caribbean angle, we should have an exact location on where they ended up if there is one."
My phone buzzed again and all conversation stopped as I answered the call. This one was from the control room in the Miami Rangeman building.
"What do you have?" I asked the man who'd given Steph her first crash course in surviving the phones, programs, and stress, prevalent in my company.
"A man who was tentatively ID'd as George Tipple was looking to score a yacht in a few places," Silvio told me. "It was slow going because he insisted on being his own captain."
"He had cruise tickets purchased ..."
"A cruise may have been his intention, but plans seem to have changed. I've already called our OPBAT contact and asked to be notified if they see anything we'd be interested in."
"So George wants privacy, that isn't good."
"I'm feeling the same way. There's multiple checks being run on him to see what we're dealing with here."
"Which marina gave him what he wanted?" I asked.
"One in the Bahamas, on Long Island. Vince is working to verify that info before we send it to you."
"You're kidding me?" Steph said, having come close enough to me to hear what Silvio was sharing.
"You say that a lot," Kane pointed out to her.
"Since you've been here, I have," she fired back, though she smiled teasingly at him. She focused back on me. "There's a Long Island in the Bahamas, too? I wonder if there's a Coney Island equivalent there. Either way, I say we check it out ourselves. I'm sure Olive would love to see a little of the world."
"Olive or you?" I asked.
"Everybody says she's as much my daughter as she is yours, so I feel confident answering for us both ... and we're on-board."
A/N: OPBAT is a joint effort between The Bahamas, and Turks, and Caicos Islands, police and the DEA.
