Page 25 of Secrets

“Where is my sister?” he asked the lawyers once again.

“We’re looking for her, but we don’t know. The feds are keeping it quiet, and for once, none of them are able to be bought.”

“We need to get to her,” he frowned.

“We’re aware of what you need, Jay, but you’re not helping the situation trying to turn evidence on all the men you worked for. This wasn’t a good agreement with the FBI. You’ve opened yourself up for every criminal you ever worked with to come after you.”

“I don’t care!” he yelled, slamming his fist against the table. The guard started to move forward, and he raised his hands in defense. “Sorry.”

“Keep it calm, Jay, or you’re going back to your cell.” He nodded, realizing that he couldn’t show that kind of emotion in front of the guard.

“Did you get the other money? The accounts that were under my codes?” he asked. The attorney nodded at him.

“Just like you said. A little over eighty-five million.” The two men smiled at him, relieved that it was out on the table now.

“And you put it in a secure location?” asked Jay.

“Secure enough,” said one of the lawyers. Jay stared at him, tilting his head.

“Where is it? What have you done with it?” he asked nervously.

“What have we done with what, Jay?”

“You traitors. You fucking traitors. You stole my money,” he mumbled below his breath.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about,” smirked the second man. “After all, if you had that kind of money, the FBI would want to know, and certainly, the families you’ve spoken to the feds about would be curious about it.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he said, staring at the two lawyers. “If they have the money, my life is over, and hers is over.”

“We are aware. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Jay. You’ll need to obtain new counsel, perhaps a public defender is the right way to go,” he said, standing. “Either way, they’re going to find that sister of yours and the codes for your brother and father. When they do, your life is done.”

“No. No!” he screamed.

“That’s it, Jay. Back to your cell,” said the guard.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you both!” he yelled as he was dragged down the corridor.

The attorneys stared at one another, then looked at the guard remaining at the door.

“Let the warden know that he’ll need to seek new counsel. We can’t continue under these conditions any longer.”

Once inside their vehicle, they placed the call.

“It’s done. He knows that we’ve accessed his accounts and transferred the money. Now, he’ll be desperate for the sister’s money.”

“Find that bitch. She owes me more than money.”

“Good morning,” said Katrina, walking into the Gray Wolf meeting rooms. Kat and Kari followed behind her, loaded with laptops and legal briefs. “We’ve got an issue.”

“Already? It’s only 0810,” frowned Miller.

“We’re aware,” said Kari. “Jay’s attorneys walked out on him yesterday without any real explanation. They told the prison guards he would need to seek new counsel. This could be good for us, or bad. It will most likely delay the proceedings.”

“Shit, what the fuck did they quit for?” asked Kane.

“No clue right now. Things were moving along as they should have before yesterday. Here’s the good thing. Without any attorneys to represent him, we might have a window of opportunity to get in there and talk to him.”

“I don’t know, Kari,” said Nine. “That’s a risk I’m not sure we want to take. Someone might be able to tie you to us and then to his sister.”

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