“Wonderful.” Hope filled Scarlett at the thought of all the incriminating evidence that could be on it.
“Tell him bank statements are in his inbox,” whispered Cass as she shoved her phone into her pocket.
But before Scarlett could, athumpshook the floor, causing a golden stapler to topple off the edge of Federsin’s desk. Scarlett whipped her head to the office door.
Brixton stood over a body in the hallway. “The cook lied. There was someone else here. He came down from the third floor holding this, so I had to knock him out.” He plucked a gun out of the unconscious man’s hand.
“Nice work. Guess we’ve got to arrest him for messing with bureau business.” Cass winked at Scarlett. “Cuff him, and let’s get out of here.”
Scarlett remembered her task and told Tyler about the bank statements. Brixton produced a pair of handcuffs, cuffed the man, and threw him over his shoulder, ready to carry him downstairs like a sack of potatoes.
Scarlett stopped Cass by the door. “What are we going to do with him? Won’t it be a problem when he wakes up?”
Rex came closer. “That’s my shift. I’ve got plenty of injectable anesthetic. We’ll keep him unconscious on the boat till the job is done.”
“Then we’ll dump him on the dock by the hospital,” added Cass.
Scarlett’s brow pinched. “What if he dies from the blow to the head?”
Rex waved his hand in dismissal. “He’s going to be fine.”
Seeing her worried expression, Cass gripped her hand. “Brix is a trained fighter. He knows how to knock someone out without doing permanent damage. Now, come on. Rex, the cook is going to have to come along now that his buddy is down.”
They hurried downstairs. The cook whimpered at the sight of Brixton carrying his unconscious colleague.
Rex stalked over to him. “Hold him for us, Ace.”
Mace’s large arms circled the small man tightly as Rex shoved a needle into his neck and pushed the plunger down. Mace caught the old man as he fell.
Scarlett’s gut twisted. Was that what it had looked like when she’d been kidnapped? She shook her head, dismissing the thought. This man would be back on his feet later tonight no worse for wear. She had to believe Cass and Rex, or she’d be unable to go on.
“Nice one,” said Cass.
Before Scarlett could blink, the cook was over Mace’s shoulder, and Mace was on his way back to the boat.
They’d gotten in and out of the Federsin house in twenty minutes. They had to go across town to get to the Goldenrod headquarters, which would leave them a short time before the gala was scheduled to end.
Scarlett stared down at the two unconscious men on the floor of the boat. Assault, drugging, and kidnapping. Impersonating bureau officers. She’d known the night would be high-risk, and here it was, right in front of her eyes. She swallowed thickly. The rest of her life might be ruined if they failed.
As they pulled away from the house in the concealedspeedboat, she was still on the phone with Tyler, waiting while he searched.
“Oh wow,” said Tyler eagerly. “He’s got a bunch of extremely damning deleted emails he probably thought no one would be able to find. They didn’t even use code names, the idiots.”
“What is it? What do you see?” Scarlett couldn’t breathe as she waited.
Everyone in the boat sat in silence. The engine was the only sound as it propelled them along the canal.
“Emails between Federsin and Ashworth confirming the timeline for the day your dad died. They’re referencing the date and time and confirming Federsin sent the payment to the designated account. I got into his bank account, and there’s a record of two hundred and fifty thousand marcs going out that same day. I’ll look at his banking contacts and see who exactly that went to.”
She sat in stunned silence.Two hundred and fifty thousand marcs to murder my dad.Federsin and Moira had done it, and they hadevidence. Real, irrefutable evidence that pointed directly to not only Federsin, but also Moira. Scarlett saw red. Federsin had paid someone to kill her dad, his colleague, whom he’d known for years. The son of a bitch. She almost wished he’d been home when they arrived so she could have seen Brixton tear him apart in his wolf form.
“Justice will be served, Scarlett. He’ll have to live through worse than a dire wolf attack once this is all exposed,” said Nori.“Remember, you didn’t like seeing those men harmed.”
True.Scarlett let out a huge sigh of relief. Nori was right. Prison would be a worse punishment.
Tyler went on, oblivious to Scarlett’s emotional roller coaster. “I’m scanning all the large payments. There are also several payments of fifty thousand leaving his account in May—a total of one hundred and fifty thousand marcs. Those have a name onthem. Dr. Mel Turner. Was he your doctor?”
“Yes, that’s him!” Scarlett whooped in triumph, and Cass looked at her, both curious and admonishing. “Sorry,” she said in a lower voice. She approached Cass, who was driving. “He found payments from Federsin to Dr. Turner. I thought Laylani had acted alone, maybe with Moira’s help, but it was a full-blown Goldenrod conspiracy againstmetoo. And now I can prove it.” She beamed at Cass.
