“Of course.”Vaughn reached out, laying a hand on Nic’s arm.Cam locked his hands behind his back to keep from shoving Vaughn off.“I’m sorry for your loss,” Vaughn went on.“You must be busy dealing with your father’s estate.”
“That’s on hold for the moment.”
Vaughn lifted his manicured hand, waving it in the air.“Something about an autopsy.”
Cam’s personal irritation subsided, professional instincts roaring to the fore.“That information’s not been released to the public.”Meaning either they had a leak inside the morgue or Bowers had failed Nic’s test.Cam bet the latter.
Vaughn, for his part, wasn’t the least bit fazed, giving Cam a wink.“Offer’s open to you too, Agent Byrne.”
Fucker.
Cam winked back at him.“Conflict of interest.”
“I imagine so.”His gaze slid back to Nic.“All right then, Prosecutor.Let’s get this over with.”He held out a hand.“You have some papers for me.”
Very well informed.Cam was likewise convinced Bowers was on the take.Or on Vaughn’s blackmail list at minimum.
Unbuttoning his jacket, Nic withdrew two folded papers from his inside pocket.“Duncan Vaughn, you are officially under investigation by the FBI and US Attorney’s Office for suspicion of bank fraud, financial crimes, witness tampering, and various RICO violations.”
“Tell me something I didn’t know.”Typical Vaughn.Brazen about the fact he pulled all the strings but good luck following those strings to the puppet master.
“Along with arson and murder.”
Vaughn’s eyes widened, just a smidgen, but Cam saw it.So did Nic, a smug smile gracing his handsome face.Apparently, those were not sins Vaughn thought they’d be able to connect.Well, surprise, surprise.He’d picked the wrong family to fuck with.
Nic handed him the first sheet of paper.“In connection with our investigation, search warrants are being executed on your corporate headquarters and personal residence.Agent Byrne will be leading his team through a search of your aircraft.”He passed Vaughn the second folded sheet.“Your presence is also requested for an interview at the Bureau this week.If you fail to appear, a grand jury subpoena will be issued.If you ignore the grand jury, an arrest warrant will be issued.”
To Vaughn’s cold-blooded credit, he didn’t react further.No visible increase in his pulse, no tightening of his lips or eyes.Just a disinterested scan of the documents before he tucked them inside his jacket.“That won’t be necessary.You’ve been busy, Dom.”
“His name is Nic,” Cam ground out, hating it more each time Vaughn usedDom, sensing the nickname was part of the story he was missing, and that Nic hated it as much as he did.Rotating, he signaled his agents into action.“Search every inch of this overpriced flying heap of metal.”
“Do you need me here for this?”Vaughn’s voice dripped with boredom.“It seems I need to speak with my lawyer.”
“As long as your flight crew has keys to any locked compartments,” Cam said, “then no, we don’t need you here.”
Vaughn nodded, perfect hair fluttering as the breeze caught it.He smiled, politely at Cam, then leeringly at Nic.“Have a good day, gentlemen.”
He swaggered to the idling town car as agents swarmed the plane.Cam waited until they’d all ascended the stairs before he rounded on Nic, every ounce of pent-up frustration pouring out.
“What fucking offer is he talking about?”
“We should go?—”
“What haven’t you told me?”
Nic ran a hand over his stubbled jaw, clearly reluctant, and Cam did reach out then, grasping his elbow and yanking it down.“Tell me.”
“Vaughn came by Gravity one night when you were in Boston.”
“Hewhat?”
“He made his usual threats, but he also offered me certain access.”
“Certain access?”What the ever-loving fuck?
Nic shoved his hands in his pockets, blue gaze averted.“He intimated he would be open to a sexual relationship.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”Cam plowed his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends as he began to pace, feeling like he needed to run a mile to catch up now.“That’s not in his file.”
