“Hmm.” Shalice pondered on that while bringing her glass to her lips. “Well, I guess I can make a few inquiries and see how accurate that is. In the meantime, maybe you need to sit down with Riddle and figure out how to get your hands on those hard drives and ledgers before the Blackmoors use it to their advantage.”
Donahue’s cell phone vibrated against the glass top of the bar. Staring down at the notification, he saw that an email had come through on a property he was waiting to secure. It was a riverfront building that could be turned into a shopping and condo district that would become a multi-million-dollar investment. He was notified that he’d been outbid.
“Son-of-a-bitch!” he barked, startling Shalice.
“What happened?” she asked, peering over his shoulder.
“The property Callahan assured me was pretty much a done deal was just sold.”
“How did that happen?” Shalice’s brow furrowed and Donahue peered up from his phone at her.
“I had leverage against him.”
“Leverage in the Bell tower?” Shalice pondered, locking eyes with Donahue.
“Audiemar,” he mumbled, shaking his head before hurling his glass across the room.
