He sighed heavily. “It’s much more fun talking to Cap. He likes the details.”
“I like the point.”
He snickered as I went to every room, plucking the cameras out of the hiding places where I put them. After I was done stuffing those little cameras into my pockets, we made our way out of Jaz’s apartment, hopefully for the last time. I got tired of going back and forth to the town, leaving Jaz behind in that clubhouse.
But then, a thought occurred to me.
“We should look into the superintendent of this place,” I said.
“Why?” Scout asked as he walked behind me down the stairs.
“This door has been unlocked every single time we’ve come and gone. Her place has been raided three fucking times now. You’d think someone would have reported something, or the owner would have come by. Something, you know?”
“I’ll let Ranger know when we get back.”
I just nodded. “What else did you find from those minutes?”
Scout sighed heavily. “I still need to go back through them now that I have the cipher decoded so that I can take notes. But those are the three main takeaways.”
“That they’re using the businesses they’re buying to clean money and that they’re providing in-house counsel to a goddamn sex trafficking ring, which would explain the whole ‘highest paying customer’ bullshit?”
“Yep.”
“You know that the logo shit with the cars is probably part of their alibi, if they were to ever get caught.”
“That was my thought, too. Weird-ass alibi, but big business can get away with weird shit like that.”
I sighed. “That’s still only two things, Scout. What’s the third thing you found out?”
I harnessed the knotted-up blanket to my bike, but he didn’t answer.
“Scout?” I asked as I cranked up the engine to my bike.
“Yeah.”
“You gonna fill me in on that third thing, my guy?”
“I just don’t know it for certain. It’s more of a feeling I got when I was reading through everything. I won’t have confirmation until I go back through those meetings, and there’s still some I haven’t gotten to yet, and?—”
“What kind of feeling?”
Scout struck up his bike as well. “I keep coming back around to that logo shit. I mean, it’s a little weird, isn’t it? Using cars with your logo on it to do nefarious things. It’s like a beacon to every court system in this goddamn country.”
I pushed off and drove out of the apartment complex. “So…what are you thinking?”
Scout followed right behind. “It was a hell of a risk, chasing a woman to us in a modded car with a massive logo of the law firm plastered onto the side of it.”
“Figured it was ego-driven."
“Me, too. But still. Not very criminally smart of them. Unless they’re doing something else with those vehicles.”
“Like what?” I asked as I took the left toward Jasmine’s father’s in-home care facility.
“Like taking forensic countermeasures with them.”
“I’m not following.”
“Think about it,” Scout said as he rode up beside me on the road. “Your woman thought it was an advertising thing. But right there in the minutes, it says that those vehicles are destroyed if someone can no longer pay up to the tier the firm requires in order to ensure themselves one of those gaudy vehicles. That’s weird as fuck and makes no sense to me.”
