Page 4 of Trusting Laurence
“Special Agent Finn just rang. He’s in the office as soon as you’re ready, sir.”
“Great. Let him know I’m back and send him in when he gets here. No calls, no interruptions when he gets here, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and Mary-Beth, please ask Jackson to see what she can find on former Senator Marcus Forrester. Get her to put a file together for me, will you?”
“Certainly, Mr. Keon. Right away.”
He stepped into his office and closed the door behind him. Larry took a seat at his desk and laid the papers down before him. With a deep breath, he spread them out to take another look. The pages were covered in writing, detailing a sordid and deeply disturbing business, if his suspicions were correct.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that not only would a break this significant simply fall in his lap, but who it was that was involved. Deep in the heart of it all, it seemed.
He’d always known Marcus Forrester was a bastard. He just hadn’t known how much of one.
A brief knock on the door drew him from his musings.
“Yeah, come in.”
The door opened, and Special Agent Kaden Finn stepped in.
“Ah, Finn. Just the man I’m looking for. Come on in.”
“Afternoon, sir.”
“How’s it going? Your lead yield anything this morning?”
“No luck, sir. We struck out again. It was another dead end. The building was empty. Doesn’t seem like anyone’s been there in a while.”
“Damn. I had hoped we’d catch a break this time. Although,” — he handed the sheaf of papers to Finn — “this landed in my lap today. Have a look and see what you make of it.”
Finn accepted them, taking a seat in one of the chairs facing the desk. Larry watched as he read the notes. He smiled grimly when he saw the moment the penny dropped for the other man.
“Is this what I think it is?”
“Depends. What do you think it is?”
“It looks to me like financial records of payments received for sales transactions, and if I don’t miss my guess, the commodity looks to be of the human kind.”
“Yeah, then I guess it’s what you think it is. That’s certainly what it looks like to me. And pretty detailed at that, too.”
“If I may, sir, where did you get these?”
Larry laughed. “That’s where it gets interesting. I got a call from former Senator Marcus Forrester’s ex-wife this morning. That’s why I had to postpone our meeting. She was looking for something in her safety deposit box and came across those. Since she and her ex-husband are the only two with access to the box, and she swears they aren’t hers, I can only surmise they belong to the senator.”
“Well damn. I never saw that one coming.”
“I didn’t either. But, knowing the bastard, it doesn’t surprise me. I guess I’m going to have to pay the man a visit. Let’s see what we can shake loose from that tree.”
“Need me to accompany you, sir?”
“Sure. I think an extra set of eyes and ears would be good. See what we can get out of him, if anything. I’m not holding out too much hope though. The man is a nasty piece of work.”
“So noted.”
“Get me up to speed on where we’re at right now.”
They spent the next half hour talking over the case before Larry finally said, “Right, let’s keep working this thing. It’s gotta break some time.”
