Brandon POV
"Lanie," Gavin says, "I want you looking into the plates on the truck." She nods and walks out the door, then one of the guys that came in with Arthur steps forward.
"I'm Devin, I can help Beth," he motions towards the woman on the computer, "tracking is my specialty. I can keep eyes on the van while James concentrates on the shops he sees."
"Get to it then," Gavin tells him.
"On it," he says gruffly.
"This guy is good," Beth murmurs as she's typing away. Then says louder, when she realizes I'm looking at her, "my program has already picked up a ton of interference on his end. His system is sophisticated, he's definitely not an amateur."
"Can you override his stuff, or get through it, or whatever the tech-y terms are?" I ask her, hoping she can.
"I said he's not an am
