Patrick had informed me of his concern—that there had been someone else in the hotel room with Winnie. He hadn’t yet had the opportunity to confirm it with Araneae, but that didn’t matter. We had our ways.
We had Reid.
Seventy-two minutes before Winnie returned to her hotel, Andrew Walsh entered her room, using a master key. Prior to the meeting, Reid hadn’t looked back in time, only forward. Our facial recognition system confirmed him as Andrew Walsh, the one of McFadden’s outfit, the one from Wichita. The difference between the man at the airport and now was that currently there was a badge hanging from his belt that hadn’t been there before. Closer inspection of the badge through the security footage confirmed that it was FBI. With that new bit of information came a new search by Reid.
A few minutes ago on the telephone~
“Sparrow, I’m sorry. I didn’t look backward,” Reid said through the phone.