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particular jumped out at him. Claymont AIG.
Why would they need something from an agricultural company? Unless it was grass seed. On the list were a series of numbers—nothing to tell him what it was.
Would the company become suspicious if he asked when he ordered them?
Would they talk to Terran about it?
JT booted up his computer. Maybe he could find out at the on-line site.
He found Claymontaig.com and glanced at what the company carried, drawing in a strangled breath when he came across ammonium nitrate. He glanced at the series of numbers. They were the same.
Why the hell would Terran need this shit? Was he even allowed to buy it? Apparently in small enough amounts. How many times could a company order it before being red-flagged by Homeland Security?
What the hell was Terran buying it for?
JT couldn’t think of one reason unless the man planned to build a bomb—the worst possible scenario for Z and the government at large if what he feared were true.
* * *
Charlotte finished placing the dishes into the washer and wiped her hands. What a day it’d been. Another crazy, busy one, but she couldn’t have been more pleased. Maybe she could go back to the bank and tell them that her business was making record profits and hope they’d extend her loan for a few more months—give them a little of what was owed to show them good faith. Would they at least consider the offer?
“Do you want to go to Bailey’s for a drink?” Cara asked as she reached for her sweater.
Charlotte shook her head. “I’m going home.”
“All right. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Her friend left, and Charlotte’s heart started to flutter with anticipation of seeing JT again. He’d been on her mind all day, especially when she stepped into the pantry to get supplies.
A knock had her heart rate ratcheting.
She walked to the back, turned the lock on the door and opened it. She wasn’t at all surprised to find JT outside, but the grim look on his face wasn’t what she expected.
He rushed into the cafe and relocked the door.
“We need to get you home. I have to talk to Zack.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you at the house. Get your stuff and we’ll get going.”
Charlotte walked to the front and grabbed her purse, then came back to JT, worried about what he was going to say. This wasn’t about them. She knew that. This was about Terran.
They left through the back door. Charlotte allowed him to clasp her hand once they were in the alley. The gesture helped to calm her nerves. But she knew JT had found something that was troubling him.
At the house, they again entered through the back.
Zack came into the kitchen, the smile on his face slipping. “What’s going on?”
“When I went to the office today I had a number of things on a list that needed to get done, as per Terran’s request. First was ordering supplies. One of those suppliers was an AIG company. I did a check to see what he was ordering from them. Want to guess what it was?”
Zack’s eyes narrowed.” What?”
“Ammonium nitrate.”
“Holy shit.”
JT looked grim. “I also checked to see if this was the first time he’d ordered the stuff. It wasn’t. He’s got a shit ton stockpiled somewhere. Why the hell didn’t Homeland Security catch this?”
“Wait,” Charlotte said, oblivious to what they were talking about. “What is ammonium nitrate?”
“It’s what Timothy McVeigh used in the Oklahoma bombing.”
She gasped. “But surely...”
“I don’t know what the hell Terran plans to use it for, but he needs to be watched very closely. I mean, why is he in Portland? Is he scoping something out there?”
Zack started to pace the kitchen floor. “I don’t like this one bit. We need to contact Homeland and let them know what’s going on. We don’t have the manpower to watch this guy’s every move like they do.”
“You’re right. Contact Z and let them know what’s going on. Dalton can call
Why would they need something from an agricultural company? Unless it was grass seed. On the list were a series of numbers—nothing to tell him what it was.
Would the company become suspicious if he asked when he ordered them?
Would they talk to Terran about it?
JT booted up his computer. Maybe he could find out at the on-line site.
He found Claymontaig.com and glanced at what the company carried, drawing in a strangled breath when he came across ammonium nitrate. He glanced at the series of numbers. They were the same.
Why the hell would Terran need this shit? Was he even allowed to buy it? Apparently in small enough amounts. How many times could a company order it before being red-flagged by Homeland Security?
What the hell was Terran buying it for?
JT couldn’t think of one reason unless the man planned to build a bomb—the worst possible scenario for Z and the government at large if what he feared were true.
* * *
Charlotte finished placing the dishes into the washer and wiped her hands. What a day it’d been. Another crazy, busy one, but she couldn’t have been more pleased. Maybe she could go back to the bank and tell them that her business was making record profits and hope they’d extend her loan for a few more months—give them a little of what was owed to show them good faith. Would they at least consider the offer?
“Do you want to go to Bailey’s for a drink?” Cara asked as she reached for her sweater.
Charlotte shook her head. “I’m going home.”
“All right. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Her friend left, and Charlotte’s heart started to flutter with anticipation of seeing JT again. He’d been on her mind all day, especially when she stepped into the pantry to get supplies.
A knock had her heart rate ratcheting.
She walked to the back, turned the lock on the door and opened it. She wasn’t at all surprised to find JT outside, but the grim look on his face wasn’t what she expected.
He rushed into the cafe and relocked the door.
“We need to get you home. I have to talk to Zack.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you at the house. Get your stuff and we’ll get going.”
Charlotte walked to the front and grabbed her purse, then came back to JT, worried about what he was going to say. This wasn’t about them. She knew that. This was about Terran.
They left through the back door. Charlotte allowed him to clasp her hand once they were in the alley. The gesture helped to calm her nerves. But she knew JT had found something that was troubling him.
At the house, they again entered through the back.
Zack came into the kitchen, the smile on his face slipping. “What’s going on?”
“When I went to the office today I had a number of things on a list that needed to get done, as per Terran’s request. First was ordering supplies. One of those suppliers was an AIG company. I did a check to see what he was ordering from them. Want to guess what it was?”
Zack’s eyes narrowed.” What?”
“Ammonium nitrate.”
“Holy shit.”
JT looked grim. “I also checked to see if this was the first time he’d ordered the stuff. It wasn’t. He’s got a shit ton stockpiled somewhere. Why the hell didn’t Homeland Security catch this?”
“Wait,” Charlotte said, oblivious to what they were talking about. “What is ammonium nitrate?”
“It’s what Timothy McVeigh used in the Oklahoma bombing.”
She gasped. “But surely...”
“I don’t know what the hell Terran plans to use it for, but he needs to be watched very closely. I mean, why is he in Portland? Is he scoping something out there?”
Zack started to pace the kitchen floor. “I don’t like this one bit. We need to contact Homeland and let them know what’s going on. We don’t have the manpower to watch this guy’s every move like they do.”
“You’re right. Contact Z and let them know what’s going on. Dalton can call
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