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“That's Trevor White,” Savic said to me.
“Trevor White?” I asked, leaning against the back of my chair, thinking I'd heard the name before. “The name sounds familiar; I’ve seen his face before.”
“It should,” he replied. “Mr. White is a business partner to …guess who.”
My brows rose as I answered with certainty, “Jonathan Brooke.”
He nodded. “All the other leads have run cold.”
“Scott Alan and Jason Finch, the guys you’ve mentioned earlier, what about them?” I asked. “Jonathan's death would somehow benefit them, wouldn't it?”
“It would,” he replied, “But our sources have kept an eye on them for a while now.” He leaned closer, “As ruthless and power-hungry as they are, it wasn't them.”
I trusted Savic. He had been loyal to me from the beginning, and I had come to trust his judgments and advice. And if he thought those two assholes had nothing to do with the attack on Jonathan, then I believed him.
“What's the deal with this guy …Trevor?” I asked glaring at the photo of the man. Then I suddenly remembered. He was the slimy bastard who swooned in on Ashley after the board meeting. His filthy hands had touched her. My Ashley.
Anger coursed through my veins and made my blood boil, as I thought of him gawking at her sexy body, almost drooling like a lovesick puppy. The muscles in my jaw pulsed and I clenched my fists. The way that mother fucker rubbed her arms and kissed her on the cheek before he walked away, fueled my rage. He knew I was watching them, wanting my time with Ashley, but he looked at me with a condescending sneer.
At least Jonathan and I now had a mutual enemy. Our interests might align on this one. Savic should have told me the identity of this man instead of causing me the stress of having to figure him out myself.
Sometimes it was as if Savic was doing this on purpose, leaving me in the dark about some things until I found them out for myself. He was unapologetic every time as if he saw these details as superfluous. Savic was simply a man who understood me, better than I understood myself, most of the time.
“Trevor White must have hired an assassin to kill Jonathan. He’s not capable of doing it himself. We just need to find out who the assassin is.”
The confidence in his assumption was by no means subtle. “He has much to gain from Jonathan's death,” he said.
“How so?” I asked.
Savic took out two more photos from the same brown envelope. One was a photo of a couple of huge buildings under construction, and the other was a printed copy of an elegant architectural computerized design. A proposed magnificent skyscraper of about fifty to sixty stories. I was impressed by the architect's skills.
He tapped the photo of the construction site and said, “This is supposed to be called Opulent Oasis Ventures. Once completed, it's meant to specialize in creating luxurious residential sanctuaries and exclusive commercial spaces, curated for the discerning tastes of the elite.”
“Hmm.” I nodded gently, impressed.
He tapped the second photo, the one that had fascinated me. In all honesty, I was eager to know Jonathan's plans for the building.
“Future Fund Innovations,” Savic continued. “It was designed to lead the charge in pioneering technological advancements, shaping the future with groundbreaking solutions in AI, blockchain, and renewable energy.”
Now, I see where Ashley got her brilliance from.
“These are good business plans, groundbreaking,” I confessed before my brain was able to warn me against doing that.
We might not see eye to eye, but I always appreciate a good business deal when I see one.
“I take it, Mr. White has a huge share in these projects. They are bound to succeed.”
“If you put it like that, it diminishes the gravity of the situation,” Savic said, “You see, if anything happens to Jonathan, say he dies …both projects go straight to …”
“... Trevor White,” I completed his statement and he nodded.
“He is the only one with this much to gain from Jonathan's death,” he said, “The authorities would call that, ‘motive’.”
“That is more than enough to want a man dead,” I replied. “Speaking of dead men …”
Savic cast a stern look at me as if to subtly remind me that the attack didn't take Jonathan's life.
I overlooked his stare and smiled inwardly at the fact that I had gotten on his nerves again. We understood each other. I enjoyed saying petty things that I knew would annoy him. Today we were even.
