“Lamont came to me, Allison,” Detective Knox shared. “And to be honest, I don’t know that we would’ve ever gotten solid evidence against your husband if he hadn’t.”
“What’s Lamont saying?” Liam asked next.
The other man went on to share all he knew up to this point.
“Bruce came into the precinct this morning and said he needed to confess. Said he’s been taking money from Gallo under the table ever since Allison and Maddie left Seattle.”
“Money for what?” Allison crossed her arms at her chest. Pain from the friendly guard’s betrayal had clearly cut deep.
“Intel,” the detective shared. “Tommy paid Bruce a shit ton of money to find out where you and Maddie went.”
Backstabbing bastard.
Liam thought back to that day not long ago at the Seattle shelter. He remembered how kind Bruce had been, and how affectionate he’d acted toward Allison and Maddie.
Bruce was Maddie’s favorite guard.
Allison’s words from that day rang clearly in his head, making him even more enraged than he was a moment before.
“How did he know where to find them?” Liam asked. “Sloane told us that day in her office that she keeps all that information on her home computer.”
“She does,” Knox confirmed. “She also frequently invites her employees to her home for things like cookouts and holiday meals.”
Allison frowned. “Brucehacked into her computer?”
The woman’s skepticism was well-founded. Lamont didn’t exactly strike Liam as the tech-savvy type, either.
“He had some help in that department.” Knox continued to explain. “Guy by the name of Salvatore Borelli. Who, by the way, was same guy you saw with Joseph Cali in the park that day.”
“How did Borelli help Bruce hack into Sloane’s computer?”
“Apparently, among the other talents guys like Gallo find useful in a man like Borelli, the guy’s also some sort of genius hacker. According to Bruce, Borelli gave him a thumb drive shortly before one of Sloane’s get-togethers. Bruce snuck into her office during the party, slipped the drive into her computer, and voila. They had an all-access pass telling them your new name, address, license plate number…” Know paused. “Basically everything a stalker needs to find the object of their obsession.”
“Okay, so we know the how,” Liam pointed out. “But why?”
Allison angrily swiped at her falling tears. “That’s what I need to know,” she seethed.
The woman was beyond livid, and he didn’t blame her one bit.
“From what he’s saying, Lamont owed a lot of money to a lot of people. Between his gambling debts and a hefty back stack of child support, the guy’s drowning.”
“That’s it?” Allison sounded even more furious than before. “The man sold me and my daughter out so he could pay off a few bills?”
“He said he owes enough back child support that he was afraid he’d wind up going to jail. Of course, now his ass will be behind bars regardless, so I guess things didn’t go exactly as planned.”
“What about the two men Allison saw at the park?”
“They’re in lock-up being processed as we speak.”
Allison’s brows shot up high. “You already arrested them, too?”
Knox scoffed. “Yet another interesting piece to this convoluted puzzle. According to Bruce, word got around to Gallo that we were finally starting to close in on him, so he ordered Cali and Borelli back to Seattle to start in on the clean-up.”
“They’re erasing any evidence of Gallo’s wrong-doings.”
Did that include silencing witnesses? If so, Bruce was lucky his ass was in jail.
“Anyway,” Knox continued, “the Feds were at the airport waiting when the two pricks’ landed. Slapped the cuffs on them before they ever got the chance to collect their luggage.”
