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“She wants to find out what you know,” Cat says.
“Of course she does, but that isn’t going to work out for her.”
“I’ll go with you on this one,” Royce says.
“I’ll stay with Cat,” Savage says and once again I’m leaving my wife with another man.
I settle my hands on her shoulders. “Come with me.”
“You want me to come?”
“Yes, I do. You’re part of my legal team. I lean in and lower my lips to her ear, “and I really want you close, Cat.” I lean back to look at her.
Her eyes warm. “Yes. I’d love to come.”
Reid
Gabe and I step out of the elevator. “Let’s walk and talk.”
“Agreed,” Gabe says.
Once we’re on the street, away from anyone who might overhear or record us, I say, “We need to end this.”
“Agreed again. Let’s divide and conquer. I’ll take Wilson. You take Debbie.”
“Works for me,” Reid says.
“I’ll go first,” Gabe says, pulling out his phone and calling someone without identifying them. “I need a number for a bookie named Dimps McCoy. Text it to me.”
I don’t ask what he’s going to do. I know. A minute later his text beeps. Gabe motions me right and we walk about four blocks to one of the few payphones around this area. He grabs the phone, punches in the number and makes the call. “Dimps McCoy?” he says. “You don’t know me but I have a tip for you. Wilson Moore is hiding in a Motel Six in Queens. I got nothing more.” He hangs up and looks at me. “You’re up. Deal with Debbie.”
Chapter seventy-seven
Reid
Iarrive back to my office and dial Debbie’s number and end up leaving her a message. “It’s your lucky payday. Come to my office at six o’clock or the deal is off.” I disconnect and review the file I’d been given by Royce that includes Debbie’s parent’s information. Mary and Marcus own a restaurant in Long Island. I do a tax search and find a lien on their property.
I dial the restaurant. “Mary?”
“Yes. Who’s speaking?”
“I’d like to talk to you about your daughter. Are you aware she’s pregnant?”
“Who is this?”
“Reid Maxwell. The lawyer for the man she’s blackmailing, who is married to my sister. Here’s how this plays out, be in my office by five o’clock and there will be a six-figure check now and a six-figure check later. The condition is this: You get your daughter out of the country and yank that damn thorn from my side. You send me the DNA test when the baby is born, you get another check.”
“She’s blackmailing someone?”
“Yes. A happily married man who she stalked years ago to the point that he got a restraining order, but he’s very wealthy and she wants a payday.”
“I know who the father is. He’s not wealthy.”
Obviously, the mother is honorable. “You get a payday and out of financial distress. What’s it going to be?”
“I feel bad taking the money.”
“Don’t. I want this over. Make it end and I’m a happy man.”
