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“Yeah, I still can’t believe that a guy like Bill would take his own life,” Brandon adds. “He spoke at one of our banquets at Harvard Business School. He was a rock star in his day.”
“I have to give Aileen a call later today and see if there are any preliminary autopsy results,” I tell him. “I don’t believe for a minute that Bill hung himself. That makes no sense. Even if he was stressed financially, he had plenty of other options.”
“Well, I hope the true story comes out,” Jack says, with a look of compassion filling his eyes. “For both him and his family. He should be remembered for all the good he did, for not only the business community, but this entire city.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Chapter 14
Mandy
By the time we are done with breakfast, my mind is already focused on taking my check to the bank. I honestly can’t wait to see that many digits in my checking account balance. It’s weird to think that it only took about ten minutes to win all this money and even less time for Tommy to lose that much. It definitely gives me a whole new prospective on gambling.
“The first thing I’m going to do is pay off every cent that I owe,” I tell Trey as we hop into the back of the SUV. “I have fussed about my student loans since before I even finished college. I’ll pay off my credit cards, my car loan and then I can think about how to invest the rest of it.”
“I think you should buy yourself something you’ve always wanted too,” Trey replies, shaking his head at all of my practical thoughts. “There has to be something you have always wanted.”
“I always wanted a horse.” I think back to how I used to beg Dad for one after we moved to Tennessee. It would’ve been the perfect place to have one since there was already a barn and a small fenced in pasture.
“Okay, I was thinking more along the lines of jewelry or a sports car,” Trey replies, knowing that Manhattan and horses don’t really mix.
“Like a triple black, sixty-five Mustang?” I ask him with a smirk. “I’ve never had much interest in driving a Ferrari or Maserati.”
“I’m pretty sure you would change your mind if you ever took a Ferrari for a spin. There is a reason why they can charge as much as they do.” He gives me a look that says I honestly don’t know what I’m missing.
“I thought maybe there were just enough suckers out there who would pay whatever price they asked,” I reply teasingly. “Kind of like the guys who would spend four hundred and fifty thousand on a bulletproof SUV.”
Anthony bursts out laughing at my comment. “You give him hell, Mandy.”
Trey just leans back with a smirk on his face. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”
“According to Romeo, he was able to sweet-talk a lovely, young cashier,” Anthony informs us. “Carly withdrew one and a half million in cash and took the other eighteen in the form of a cashier’s check.”
“Okay, so that means Agent Mitchell should be looking for transfers of roughly five or maybe five and a half million,” I reply, thinking she had probably spent some of it on other things.
“I’ll send him a text letting him know that five and a half million had left the account and he can figure it out from there,” Trey says, pulling out his phone to send the agent a message.
“Romeo is meeting up with the guys from Chetumal and then they are going in search of the white house north of the lighthouse,” Anthony adds with a backwards glance. “If she’s still in the city, they will have her whereabouts nailed down shortly.”
“Can they bring her back?” Trey asks, furrowing his brow. “It’s not like she has skipped bail or anything.”
“No. They will just keep an eye on her until the FBI has gathered enough evidence to have her extradited,” he explains. “We can shorten up that process dramatically.” I see a broad smile cross his face through the rearview mirror.
“How much do I have to set aside for taxes?” I ask, suddenly realizing that I hadn’t even thought about that aspect of the money we had won.
“Probably three hundred or so,” Trey says obviously guessing. “Like I said, I’ve never won money gambling before, so I’ll have to ask my accountant. By the time the tax is due, it will be a drop in the bucket anyway.”
“For you maybe, but it certainly won’t be for me,” I counter, feeling a bit annoyed by his nonchalant attitude.
