A woman.
I'm frowning as I go over it.
I don't ask what he hacked to get this. It looks innocent. Because it is. On the up and up.
And nothing the FBI is interested in.
"It was all hidden behind a name. Lottie."
"Who the fuck is Lottie?"
"It seems to be a nickname for his kid."
But I shake my head. "Her name's Lourdes, and only those close to her called her Lola. It would be Lola."
"Unless you used Lottie to cover something." Silas has his shit-eating grin on. "Lottie got taken out, Lottie was shopped for, given gifts. Legitimate purchases. It looks like his daughter, right? But it isn't. Not unless he bought her some Perla lingerie."
I stare. "He has a girlfriend?"
"He was hiding an affair. I'm a PI. I know how to look for this shit." Then Silas leans forward. "What if the husband of this so-called Lottie is somehow involved in all this? Revenge on the daughter seems a sweet thing, don't you think? And if Lola was some kind of marriage collateral, even sweeter."
"But Emilio's dead."
He shrugs. "Revenge is best served cold."
"Through a Ouija board?"
"Takes all types."
I think about it. "No, it is too convoluted."
"It isn't."
"You're wrong."
Silas leans forward, grin growing wider. "Really? How about a bet?"
I laugh. "You will fucking gamble on anything. You and Louie would make good friends."
"Doubt it. I rarely lose."
"Fine." I hold out my hand. "You've got a deal, and it's going to be sweet to prove you wrong."
"You can try."
Chapter Fourteen
ENZO
The last placeI want to go tonight is Long Island, to my father's property.
It is a beautiful house, built to blend in with the surroundings and has a mid-century feel.
But even after the best interior decorators have been in, it doesn't appeal to me.
Maybe because it is Dad's place. And maybe because I know the meetings that go on there.
Criminals with power and connections all visit this place.
