“Egypt,” Victor growled as he dropped a stack of folders
onto the desk in front of Brett with a sigh. “These are the last known
whereabouts of Gerald Mercer. He’s been reported as far as the Great Wall of
China and the Outback of Australia. This paper trail is just all over the
world. Someone’s bouncing his credit cards from every corner of the earth to
throw us off his scent and I can only assume it’s the same people responsible
for starting this entire thing with Yve in the first place.”
“And how did you get to Egypt? Out of all of this data, why
there?” Brett asked, thumbing through the top few folders as Dustin quickly went to work.
