“Or he is punishing them because he killed his best friend in an act of violence.”
Oh, well, that was a good point. It wasn’t easy to take someone’s life, and that changed you.
Now, though, Tora wanted one more detail.
“How did he kill his friend all those years ago?” she asked.
That was when he grinned at her.
“A knife. He stabbed him during a fight. The only reason he didn’t get a life sentence was because they couldn’t proveit was intentional. He said it was self-defense. The girlfriend testified against him, though according to the news articles.”
Tora thought about it.
“I mean, that would give him a lot of time in jail to think about hating women, and to learn how to commit the perfect crime.”
She was absolutely correct.
This was a good find.
“I’ll write up a full report for Elizabeth,” Mac said. “I’ll send it over. She’ll want to see this.”
They were on a roll, and Tora wanted to keep the momentum going.
“I’ll start working on Larry Springer,” she said, “as I’m peeling back the layers of the real estate company. That might be easier and make me feel like I’m not wasting my time.”
On that, he agreed.
She began researching him, and honestly, there wasn’t much there. Elizabeth said he was twitchy, but he appeared to be on the up and up.
He wasn’t online for any questionable things, and he also didn’t have social media.
Which wasn’t all that odd.
Some professional people didn’t.
What she did know was that he’d been practicing for twenty years, and the only client she could find for him was Devon Slater.
He had to be making a lot of money from that one particular client. The only other one she found for him was Devon Slater’s father. Apparently, he inherited that mess, too.
“He’s pretty clean,” she said, focusing on Mac. “I don’t see any skeletons. This might take a deeper dig—one that only the Feds can do. They have to have access to bigger databases. From what I’m finding, he’s clean.”
Mac considered it.
“If he was twitchy, there’s got to be something there. Put it in a report, so you can let Elizabeth know. She’ll decide how much deeper she wants to go. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, but ultimately, that’s her call.”
Yes, yes, there was.
Speaking of fire…
“You know what’s sexy?” she asked.
He lifted a brow.
“What?”
“Smart men,” she stated.
It made him laugh.
