“The Spatafore brothers,” Chase said. “Franco and Mateo.”
“I’ve heard of them, of course. Doctors. They get mixed reviews depending on who you’re talking to,” Suzy said. “Their offices are over on Cascade Avenue.”
“They get a bad review from me,” Chase said.
“A lot of former employees, clients, and patients have given them bad reviews, too, involving the wordscreepy, weird,ordownright sinister,” Suzy said, raising her brows.
“I need to know where Franco and Mateo Spatafore live. Especially Franco,” Chase said.
“I don’t know where they live.” Suzy looked at Richard to ask, “Do you?”
“No. They’ve never been on my radar,” Richard replied. “But we can find out.”
“I need to know as soon as possible,” Chase said.
“They’ve wronged you, have something or someone who belongs to you, or they owe you money?” Suzy surmised.
Chase glanced at Cash, who nodded. “I wouldn’t say she belongs to me. But I believe they are holding a woman I care about against her will. If they are, it’s partly my fault.”
“How’s it your fault?” Cash asked, shaking his head in disagreement.
“Because she was with me,” Chase said.
“Got a picture of her?” Richard asked.
Chase pulled out his phone, so thankful he had snapped that one picture of Jade. He found the photo and turned the screen to Richard and Suzy. Richard whistled.
“She is stunning,” Suzy said in agreement, leaning forward to look at the photo. “To have captured your attention, Chase, I’m guessing she’s as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.”
“She is,” Chase said.
Richard asked, “When’s the last time you saw her?”
“About twelve hours ago. She’s not answering her phone or texts. She’s not at her house, and her car is missing. She was supposed to come out to the ranch after work. But before it was time for her to arrive, a private investigator showed up and warned me away from her.”
“Who’s the PI?” Suzy asked.
“Axel Bisbee.”
“Axel Bisbee? That sniveling, wannabe biker?” Richard hooted and smacked the desk with his hand. “His real name is Lester Bisbee.Lester, the Investor, as he used to call himself, lost his license as a stockbroker after he gambled away his money and made himself the power of attorney on client accounts. He forged their signatures and siphoned off their money until he was caught, tried, and convicted.”
“Sounds about right.” Chase nodded.
“After Lester got out of prison, he renamed himself Axel and claims to be a PI.” Richard shook his head and went on to say, “Guarantee you, he’s not licensed. So the fact he’s involved tells me whoever sent him is working way outside the law.”
“Franco Spatafore sent him.”
“We’ll find out where the son of a bitch lives,” Richard assured him.
“How?” Chase asked.
“I know the rocks Lester hides under,” Richard replied.
“Lester Bisbee hasn’t been welcome here since he parked his little electric scooter so close to a Sons of Steel Harley that the biker couldn’t get to his kickstand,” Suzy explained.
“Surprised he lived to ride his scooter another day,” Cash said.
Richard nodded and chuckled. “Lester was so afraid he pissed himself. That was funnier than hell, and since there was no damage, we let him go with the understanding he could never come back.” Sobering, Richard looked at Chase to say, “Vince just had the same warning delivered to a guy named Ragsdale.”
