Chapter Four
Our source found evidence in the FBI case,” Molson announced as he came uninvited into Holly’s office.
Holly saved her document and closed her laptop, putting aside her glasses. “Hello Molson, won’t you have a seat?”
He was already sprawled on her couch. “This thing is comfortable.”
Sighing, Holly got up from her desk. “Evidence in the FBI case?”
Molson ignored her prompting as he got to his feet. “I think that would constitute another favor.”
“At this rate, no one is going to know how many favors is owed to whom,” she rolled her eyes.
“I know exactly what is owed,” Molson gave a slow grin. “Unless you don’t want to know what the evidence was?”
“I want to know,” Holly said grudgingly. “Fine, I owe you a favor.”
“She illegally obtained a record of the lead FBI agent’s bank account records. He’s been receiving money far above his paygrade ever since David was released and Michael was charged instead with money laundering and drug smuggling. It comes from an untraceable source,” Molson informed her. “We think he’s getting the money from David as a bribe to change things in the investigation.”
“Isn’t that tampering? Can the case against Michael be dismissed?” Holly asked excitedly. “If the money can be traced to David that’s proof he’s the criminal.”
“Key words areillegally obtained,” Molson sighed. “The information can’t be used.”
“Then what good is it?” Holly glared at him.
“It’s not much good at all. Just another piece of the puzzle that says we’re on the right path,” Molson admitted.
“What about you? Have you made any progress with your gang friends?” she asked.
“We aren’t exactly friends,” Molson responded dryly. “It’s not like we hang out for fun.”
“Whatever,” Holly dismissed his touchiness over the subject. “What did you find out?”
“Nothing yet. I’m still working my way up the food chain to the people that will be able to help,” he told her. “It takes time.”
“We don’t have much time,” Holly pointed to the newspaper that was on her desk. “The pre-trial starts this week for Michael.”
“That’s not good,” Molson frowned.
“No, it’s not good at all,” Holly agreed. There self-imposed deadline was looming ever closer. Not that they wouldn’t keep trying afterward in the hopes of getting any verdict against Michael overturned. It would just be easier to get it dismissed before a trial. She realized that Molson had gotten too close to her again. “What is with you and crowding me?”
“Excuse me?” Molson frowned.
“You’re in my personal space,” Holly stood her ground.
“I was looking at the paper,” Molson said.
“Liar,” she accused him without any real heat.
“Whatever you say, Beautiful. I like the way you smell,” he told her.
“You like the way I smell?” Holly raised an eyebrow. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“It’s true,” he insisted gently, one hand reaching out to put an escaped strand of hair behind her ear. “How come you always pull away?”
“I didn’t give you permission to put your hands on me,” Holly informed him primly.
“What if I give you permission to put your hands on me? Anytime, anywhere you want,” Molson drawled lazily.
