Colorado Wild - Colorado Heart 1 by Sara York Page A

changing the input to his computer. The screen flashed once then an older gentleman showed up on the screen. Marshal groaned and a few of the guys let out a slow breath. James sat back and shook his head.
    "Yes, it's him again. Roger, this is Grayson McKay. He lives in London with a home near Grantham. It's actually a castle, but he doesn't want the underprivileged to feel bad so he won't call it a castle."
    "We said no two years ago," Grant supplied.
    "Why are we taking another look at this dude?" Marshal asked.
    Duff picked up the folders and passed them to Grant. "Take one and follow along."
    The folders were thick and filled with papers. Roger opened to the first page, reading through the specs on Grayson McKay. He seemed like a normal rich English dude. He had a wife, two kids at some private school, and a few polo ponies. They drove expensive cars, ate expensive meals, and dressed in designer clothes.
    "If you flip to page ten, you'll see that Mr. McKay has begun spending his fortune in a different manner. Before, we had nothing linking him to any illegal activity. Now, we have his money tied directly to a terrorist cell that makes the IRA look like child's play. They aren't just aiming for England and the wealth of Britannia, they want to make life hell in the USA. They've called themselves Saoirse, the Gaelic word for freedom. However, they aren't really for freedom. They want people to believe they stand for one thing, but really, their goals aren't what they say they are."
    Roger stared at the readout, taking in a s much information as possible. He flipped to the last page of the packet. Over a hundred pages of information were included on Grayson McKay and Saoirse.
    " On page thirty-five, you'll find messages that were sent back and forth from Grayson to Ronan Byrnes, the leader of Saoirse. Both Ronan and McKay agree that they want to create chaos to interrupt the flow of money. They will be placing trades in the stock exchanges that will benefit them when certain retailers are hit by terrorist activity. If that wasn't bad enough, McKay is also funding another group of terrorists in the US. The money trail can be found starting on page fifty-seven. Like in England, the US terror groups will be used to fund McKay's habits, not because he believes in any one cause. He's not for anything in particular, he's a jerk, using the emotions of others to make money from their pain."
    Zander groaned, "This is a lot of information. What did he do to get him pegged this time?"
    "Good question." Duff pulled up another photo on his computer. "The man , might I add that he believes he is anonymous in sending me the information, is seen here having lunch with Mr. McKay six months ago."
    "Son of a bitch," James grumbled. He stood and went to the kitchen. "Anybody need a drink?"
    Three guys requested water. Roger stood and went to the kitchen, feeling the eyes of the other guys on him. He grabbed a bottle of water to occupy himself and center his thoughts. "If we kill this guy, what will keep Saoirse from continuing to build?" Roger wondered for a moment if he'd asked a stupid question. Everyone stared at him and suddenly he didn't feel like he knew what he was doing.
    "Great question," Marshal said. "That's the rub, we don't."
    "Actually, we have a plan in place to shut Ronan down once McKay is out of the picture." Duff stepped away from the television and over to Grant. They exchanged a few quiet words before Grant stood.
    " We've been given twenty-four hours to make our decision. Usually, we have more time, Roger, but the guy seen here, Andrew Blake, seems to be in a hurry. We're not sure why, but I think it's because he fears what will happen if McKay acts."
    "This all seems very complicated." Roger took his seat, looking through the documents, flipping from one page to another.
    "Not all of our missions are dealt with in this manner," Duff said.
    Zander stood up, taking his folder with him. "Some cases are so cut and dry, it's a