"I don't hear him objecting," I said easily.
Lotz-Moore turned his glare up at me, a hint of pleading in his eyes too. He was suresomeonewould come for him. No one was coming.
"Hey." Cass stepped into the room.
I put out my arm, wrapped it around him when he was close enough. "What did you find?"
"Archer and I waited, but no one turned up for him." He nodded towards Lotz-Moore, speaking loud enough to make sure the man heard.
"He made a few more generous donations to various charities. I sent the evidence of his insider trading to the FBI. Along with a few clues that point fingers away from us. When they go looking, they'll find a business deal that went wrong. And possibly some mafia ties I happened to find."
He looked pleased with himself. Rightly so.
"Nice," I said approvingly.
It wouldn't be a stretch for the authorities to assume the mafia made him disappear. They didn't seem very forgiving when it came to business deals gone wrong, especially if he tried to screw over one of their own.
I was half-tempted to release him out on the streets and let them take care of him, but he might run. I wasn't going to take that risk.
Besides, making an enemy of the mafia seemed like a bad idea to me, in spite of Archer's assurances that he knew people. Contacts like that only got you so far if you put a toe over the wrong line.
"Interesting no one came to check on our friend here," Boner said. "He was more out in the cold than he thought."
"Or I disabled the alarm system he tried to use," Cass said, a sly smile on his lips. "No one was coming because they didn't know to come. I managed to find out who he'd send the message to if it went through, though."
“Oh?" I asked. I tried to ignore the dread that crept into my mind.
I thought this was over, did we have more to deal with? Minions of Lotz-Moore who might come after us out of revenge?
"He had a security company on speed dial," Cass said. "I paid the balance of it. They won't be a problem."
I nodded, relieved. "Thank you. Great work." I kissed his cheek.
"It seems like Mr. Lotz-Moore didn't have many friends," Boner said. He crouched down in front of him and tapped on the box again. "Hey in there. I'll be your friend. Wait. No I won't. You're an asshole."
He tapped again before standing up and stepping away. "Can you believe it was Archer's phone that took him down? Who knew technology could be so useful?"
Cass glanced up from his own phone and shrugged. "Seems useful to me. In the right hands."
"The 'right hands' is the important part there." Boner said, pointing a finger gun at him. "This guy was anything but 'the right hands.' Can we turn the water on now?"
"I think he's waited long enough." I ran a hand over the back of my neck. "I should get down to Angel's Rest anyway."
The fire department had put out the fire, but I needed to go and see for myself. I won't lie, I wasn't looking forward to it. No one wanted to see years of hard work lying in ashes.
"Cass, would you like to do the honors?" I gestured toward the tap.
He frowned at it before shaking his head. "No thanks, I'll leave that to you. It's your mission after all."
"Have at it," Boner told me.
I smiled and leaned over to turn the tap. The water started to drip on the plate directly below it, one plink at a time.
Lotz-Moore flinched.
"We'll be back soon," I told him.
"Don't die too fast," Boner laughed.
