“Meaning she thinks the whole thing was staged.” I pursed my lips. “Her instincts are rarely wrong.”
“Perhaps.”
“I can make discreet inquiries.”
“Clarice came to Rory and talked about what she’d seen and heard prior to Brackton’s death.”
“Did she tell her to contact the blogger?”
“Not according to oursoru.”
“What did Clarice pass onto her?”
“That Brackton and Devere know about the Five Points’ plan to put one of their own in the White House.”
I quickly scanned the blog again and made a mental note to visit the site and read the archives later. “You going to tell Aidan O’Donnelly?”
“My gut says this is something we need to bury. There’s a lot of time between now and their puppet even attempting to win a primary. Everything is still in play. If things change…” He hitched a shoulder. “Then, I’ll tell Aidan.”
“So, burying it and hoping it doesn’t come back to bite us in the ass is our play?”
Looking as dissatisfied as I felt, he exhaled. “Yeah.”
I zoomed in on the image of the pedophile-in-charge. “Wonder who took out Brackton.”
“Not sure. Clarice confirmed it was a hit, not a heart attack like the authorities want us to think. One second Clarice told Rory she and Brackton were arguing because Clarice refused to have sex with the “escorts” Devere and Korhonen brought along to the party, and the next Brackton has a GSW to the temple.”
“Cristu.”
“About sums it up. This is a cover-up just waiting to happen.” He heaved a sigh. “Rory said that Clarice’s disappointment was twofold.”
“Explain.”
“She seemed to think he’d wife her.”
“No fucking way.”
“His second wife, the one he divorced last year, was a hooker.”
I gaped at that news. “Holy fuck.”
“Man liked to shit where he ate,” Luc concurred. “Anyway, according to Rory, it’s why she argued with Brackton. She had power over him and didn’t want to take part in a twisted orgy with kids.
“From what I can tell, Brackton didn’t swing that way either, so maybe Devere had justification for taking him out. One too many judgmental looks? Maybe he threatened to take his super PAC’s funds elsewhere if Devere didn’t clean up his act?”
“This speculation gets us nowhere.”
“True.” He tapped his phone screen. “This blogger is becoming a problem. The intel she has access to concerns me.”
“Her? It’s anonymous.”
“Definitely a female voice.”
“She’s only concerning because we don’t know who she is. If we had control of her, then it’d be a different matter.”
“Of course,” he said blandly. “If we make inquiries about anything, it should be her.”
“I’ll ask Hunter to look into it.
