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“It’s great, thank you both. It’s very helpful.”

“Look,” Brandon shifted uncomfortably, “our dad is… he works hard. But it’s not right what he’s doing to our mom.”

“He’s a dick, Brandon. He belongs in prison.”

Brandon rolled his eyes at his brother.

Diego put his phone away and walked back over to us. “Did your dad clear his study out?”

“Yeah. My mom’s turned it into a downstairs bathroom.”

“Yeah, so everyone’s shitting in my dad’s office.” Bryan threw his head back laughing, pointing out what didn’t need to be pointed out.

I let out a small chuckle; this kid was amusing if nothing else.

“Okay, guys, this has been really helpful. Call Diego if you think of anything else, or you know, just want to watch him eat.” I winked as Diego handed his business card over with a scowl at me.

“Meet you back at the office,” he said as we left the house, and hopped into our separate cars.

“Race you!” I called as my McLaren roared to life. It wasn’t the fastest car I owned, or even the most comfortable, but it was easily my favorite.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into my parking space and took the elevator to the Bat Cave. It wasn’t the one which Sabrina thought travelled directly to my office, but it allowed me enough leeway for her to believe it. Cody was heads down at his computer, his fingers travelling rapidly over keys while codes and data ran on the giant wall screens. He was alone, which meant I’d beaten Diego twice in one day, something he would not be happy about.

“Hey, bud,” I called as I took a seat at my desk, making Cody finally look up like he hadn’t even noticed I’d arrived.

“Oh, hey, that was good info from Diego.” He started typing again, and the screen changed, “I’ve found some traces of that boat, not in Cayman but in Bermuda, and I’m running searches now for any accounts that it was linked to.”

“Nice work, man. Well done.”

Diego was walking down the corridor as I picked up the phone and dialed my office. Cody was too preoccupied with whatever magic he was wielding in cyberspace to let him in. For half a second I was tempted to see how impatient he’d be standing outside, but I caved and opened the wall before he reached it because he’d probably just use brute force to rip it open, and I didn’t have time to get it fixed.

Sabrina answered on the first ring. God she was efficient. “Hi, boss,”

“Hey, can you get the paperwork started on a temporary restraining order to freeze assets associated with the Johnson Maynard case? We need a copy sent to the court, and a copy sent to his lawyers at FSJ. I’ll be with you in thirty minutes to sign them, then they can go.”

“Yeah, sure thing. I’ll do it now.”

She hung up before I could say ‘thank you’.

For the first time all week I felt like maybe this would be over soon. Just as I realized it was already Friday afternoon, my phone buzzed with a message:

Penn:Raferty! Get your ass to the Carlyle. It’s nearly Friday night, we haven’t seen you since Tuesday, and I want to know if I’m a hundred grand richer yet.

I snorted and groaned. Christ, Penn was dramatic. I’d seen him three times this week and spoken to him every day. But itwasFriday, and I definitely needed a drink.

“I’ll see you later. Update me if you find anything else.” I threw a backward wave to Diego and Cody, both too busy to give me any more than a grunt goodbye.

I had one stop to make with Sabrina, then I’d put Penn out of his misery.

6

Rafe

“Fucked her yet?”

I ignored Penn and turned to Murray who was lounging in the leather club chair, his face currently in danger of being split in two by the grin he was sporting, before turning back to Penn.

“A hello would be nice.”

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