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“We should put in a call to that FBI Agent that’s working with Detective Kelly too,” Trey mentions. “He claims to have the ability to track any money moving through the SWIFT banking system. He could start with any large transfers coming from Atlantic International into the U.S.”
By the time we arrive at the hospital, both Trey and I are rejuvenated by the idea of going in a new direction. I send Harris a text message asking him to check on whether or not there are any trust names listed in the Firefly Media stock ownership records. We are probably going to have to get creative in order to implicate Tommy, especially if he is being truthful about Carly’s role in the whole matter.
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After Mandy airdrops a copy of the photo to each of our phones, I send a copy of it to Agent Mitchell and Detective Kelly. We spend the rest of the ride pouring over the details found on Tommy’s calendar. Pulling into the hospital parking lot, I am focused on a crude little drawing of a lighthouse with the words white house – block north scrawled next to it.
“Do you know if there is a lighthouse in Belize City?” I ask Anthony, hoping that it is a clue to Carly’s whereabouts.
“Yeah, there is one at the southern tip. I don’t remember the name, but it starts with a B,” he says, squinting in the mirror as if he’s racking his brain.
“Baron Bliss lighthouse?” Mandy asks, proving once again that Google knows everything.
“That’s it,” he confirms with a shake of his head. “I never would’ve come up with that name.”
Doing a quick search of Google Earth, I see that there are three or four white houses in that vicinity. “This definitely narrows down our search,” I tell Anthony, showing him the houses on my phone. “Tommy’s note says it’s a white house a block north of the lighthouse. Could it really be that easy?”
“Well, it could be if he is one of those guys who jots things down things unconsciously while he’s on the phone,” Anthony says, now examining the photo himself. “This is a definite fuckup for someone who claims not to make mistakes. Either that or he wanted someone to find it.” He looks back at us with a definite smirk. “Alright, lets go in so you can replace Bolt,” he says to Gator before stepping out of the vehicle.
Reaching the hospital entrance, I can see Mom and Vanessa standing in front of the discharge desk. Making my way through the revolving door, I now see that Tyler is sitting in a wheelchair next to Vanessa.
“Is he going home?” I ask, feeling more than a little surprised. “He just got out of ICU yesterday.”
“Dr. Novacek told us he is stable, so it’s safe to take him home,” Mom says giving him a smile.
“Hey Bro!” Tyler says, giving me a wide grin that I hadn’t seen from him in years.
“Hey, Tyler,” I reply reaching out to grab his hand. “You’re looking good. Do you feel alright?”
“Yeah, I feel pretty good, but my knee is really sore for some reason,” he tells me with a puzzled look on his face. He looks down and begins to work the sides of it with his thumb and forefinger.
“It’s an old injury,” I tell him, wanting to gauge his reaction. “You need to have a knee replacement as soon as you are strong enough.”
Mom shoots me a dirty look, but Tyler simply replies, “Ahh, that makes sense. That thing really hurts.” He continues to rub it while I introduce Gator to Mom and Vanessa.
“Dr. Novacek seemed anxious to get Tyler released after learning why Bolt was staying in his room,” Mom whispers to Anthony and me as Bolt comes trotting down the hallway. “Dr. Potaturri’s death is now being investigated as a murder, so it hit a little too close to home.”
“I just told the doc to give me a call if he sees anything suspicious,” Bolt tells us as he joins our small group. “Romeo is pulling up to the main entrance with the limo.” He points out the window as the shiny black limousine comes to a stop just outside the door.
“Are you ready to go home?” Mom asks Tyler as she releases the brakes and Vanessa begins to push him toward the door.
“Do I know where home is?” he asks, with an uncertain look on his face.
“Don’t worry, you will see,” Mom says, patting him on the arm. “It will be good for all of us to be together for a few days,” she adds, turning to make eye contact with Vanessa.
“I agree,” Vanessa replies with a soft sigh. “Hopefully, being in the place where he grew up will trigger some good memories for him.”
