He answered it quickly, sliding his arm out from underneath Althea's warm body and breathing a sigh of relief when he confirmed she was still sleeping soundly. He whispered into the phone as he walked to the external room of the suite. "Trey, what's up?" "Sorry to call so late, but it can't wait. Let me warn you — you're really not going to like what I have to tell you." "Just say it," Griffen's heart rate started to pick up, alternately eager for a resolution of his investigation and terrified at what negative information Trey was about to give him. "You know how Jack's widow told you he got a bonus?" "Yeah." "Right. Well, he did get a direct deposit from an account that on first glance looked like it came from CMU, but when I peeled away the layers I discovered the source was actually a Chinese-based account with a fictitious name." "How'd you do that?" "It was surprisingly easy, let's leave it at that. Griffen, it was the same fictitious name I traced to the accounts on Jack's spreadsheet." "Shit." "I also checked out his phone records.
