“Agent Decker was killed for information. We know that. He was tortured, and his house was ransacked.” I glanced at Sal. “Someone was looking for something, and I think it's the money.”
“The money you moved to another account?”
“Yes and no.”
“Lany.”
“Yes, it's the money I moved to a different account, but, no, I don't think they know I moved it. Whoever did this was looking for clues to where the money is.”
“So, why kill Decker then?” Agent Crenshaw asked.
“He was in on it,” I replied.
“What?” the man shouted.
“I think Agent Decker was in on it. He might not have been selling drugs, but he was in on the whole money thing. He was using his connections to find drug dealers so he could steal their money. I mean, what were they going to do when their money disappeared? Go to the cops?”
Sal cocked an eyebrow at me. “So, when you moved the money…?”
“I think Decker hired me to move the money to an account he set up under the guise of a DEA sting operation. If I had actually moved that money to his account, I'd probably be as dead as he is right now. Viggo Marcus somehow found out that it was Decker and went to him to find the money, which is why Decker was tortured.”
“Porca troia, Lany,” Sal snapped. “If he knows it's you, he'll be coming after you.”
Probably true.
“I don't think he knows it's me, at least not yet. At some point, SeRoy is going to squeal, and then Viggo will be after me. I'm hoping we can catch the both of them before that happens.”
I liked breathing.
“So, how do we catch him?” Detective Sparks asked. “I've been after this man for months. Every time I think I'm getting close he slips through my fingers. Witnesses disappear, evidence goes missing, you name it. I can't catch this guy on anything.”
I turned and looked at Vinnie. “Do you or Carlos know who is backing Viggo?”
Vinnie shook his head. “There have been some rumors about Detroit, but I called and talked to Rocky, and he's never heard of Viggo Marcus.”
“Could he have a different name?” I asked.
“Anything is possible.”
“I think we need to track down who this guy is before we go any further. If we can get a name, we can call the others and see if we can locate his backer.”
“You think Viggo has a backer?” Sal asked.
“I think this guy is like Anton Gambino.”
I chuckled lightly when Sal snarled, “Figlio di Troia.”
“I'm sorry,” Detective Sparks asked, “who is Anton Gambino?”
“A couple of years back, a new player came into town. He said his name was Anton Gambino and he was the son of Carlos Gambino. He was set to take over the Gambino family when his father retired. The only problem with that is that Carlos only has one son and his name is Eddie.”
“And you know this how?”
I smirked. “Eddie is one of my best friends.”
Lyn raised his hand. “I'm the other one.”
Uncle Jerry's eyes rolled rather dramatically. “They are three of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, set to bring about the end of the world.”
