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“I really don’t like him!” I affirm, staring at Trey intently. Moments ago, I was content to let the detective and FBI handle it from here. After seeing his response, a part of me that was awakened years ago seems to be coming back to the forefront. I want to dig into everything that has been going on around us and find his mistake. Everyone leaves tracks and since all of my training has dealt with financial fraud, that’s where I want to begin. There is a money trail somewhere and I’m sure it leads to him.
“What are you thinking?” Trey asks after sitting in silence for a minute or two.
“You know what I’m thinking,” I reply, glancing down at his phone.
“So, where do we go from here?” Trey asks, inquisitively.
“I’m going to get Harris on the phone first thing tomorrow morning and see if there are any red flags on Tommy’s prior company, Firefly Media,” I reply, formulating my plan out loud. “He sold his company recently, so we’ll start by getting in touch with whoever bought it.”
“We?” He smiles and closes his eyes.
“You know you want to take down Tommy just as much as I do,” I tell him, giving him another jab in the ribs. “You promised your mom that you were going to see this through.”
“I know,” he shakes his head and gives me a look. “You really are feisty, aren’t you?”
“Damn right! Especially if the one on the other side is an arrogant prick like him.” I turn toward the window, channeling all of the rage I had felt toward Victor and reassigning it to Tommy. “I still can’t believe he left Liv in Monaco!”
“Actually, I’m a little surprised that I never left her anywhere,” he says with a chuckle. “She really was a first-class pain in the ass!”
“Yeah, I saw it first hand. That’s how I knew you had a good heart, because there is no way I would’ve put up with her shit!” I think back to that first day in Geneva and have to wonder if she ended up somewhere at the bottom of the Mediterranean. One little push while no one is around and it would be pretty hard to find any evidence. My thoughts are interrupted by Trey’s phone buzzing again.
“Now what?” Trey rolls his eyes and retrieves his phone. Brandon Ryker’s name flashes across the screen. “Hey, it’s Brandon,” he says seeming somewhat relieved to see the name of a friend.
Trey
“Hey Brandon, what’s up?”
“Trey, Dad and I were just wondering what the hell is up? Tyler nearly dies; your mom is on the front page of the paper and now Bill? Why would he do that?” he asks getting right to the point of his call.
“Yeah, we don’t know what Bill is so mad about, but it definitely has something to do with Tommy Fowler,” I tell him.
“You haven’t heard?” he gasps. “Bill killed himself this afternoon!”
“Killed himself? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! When?” I ask, suddenly shocked for the third time in the last twenty-four hours.
“A couple hours ago, I guess. One of dad’s friends just called and told us that his wife found him when she came home from shopping,” he says, sending an absolute chill directly through me.
Mandy is going nuts beside me wondering what we are talking about. “Bill apparently killed himself,” I whisper.
“Hey Trey, Dad wants to talk to you,” Brandon says interrupting me.
“Okay,” I reply, feeling completely numb.
“Trey, this is Jack,” he announces, his deep voice reverberating over the phone. “First Victor, now Bill… there has to be something rotten when a company loses their CEO and the Chairman of the Board within a matter of weeks. What the hell is going on?”
“Hey Jack, there is something really wrong and we are trying to piece it together,” I tell him. “In fact, we are meeting with a detective and an FBI agent within the hour.”
“It’s going to take them a while to get organized,” he replies. “In the meantime you need to circle the wagons and protect your own.”
“It’s funny you say that, because I called around this morning to several security firms,” I inform him. “I just told Mandy that I’ll have to pick one and get some protection.”
“Actually, that’s why I wanted to talk to you. I would recommend Anthony Rosen; he’s a friend of mine who is also a founding member of the Alpha 9.” He pauses, apparently thinking that I know about them.
“The Alpha 9?” I ask sheepishly.
