Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Still, I couldn’t lose sight of what we needed from her, regardless of how I felt about her.
“I’ve gone through all of the paperwork in her filing boxes at home. She’s got those collapsible cardboard ones with the swinging files inside, and everything’s organized meticulously in them. She’s even got Connie’s court documents and the information from the lawyers in one.” I was stalling, buying myself time by giving him random information. “There isn’t any information in there about the money.”
“Have you checked in other places?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not an idiot, Harry. I’ve checked in every place it could be, including the underside of the drawers in the bedside tables.”
He had a wicked mustache, and as he was thinking, Harry twirled the edges of it, giving it an almost comical look.
“So, Connie Ray was in a relationship with Roy Green. When she was questioned, she repeatedly claimed to have no knowledge of the additional missing money, but they found accounts in her and her kids' names with it in them. They also found four safety deposit box keys taped to the back of a drawer unit in her bedroom that had bonds and shit in them. The money we’re looking for wasn’t included in those for whatever reason, and it hadn’t made its way into any of the accounts they found, or stocks and bonds.”
“I know all of this,” I sighed. “Where are you going with it?”
Leaning forward, he said thoughtfully, “What if one of the kids hid it for them?”
“That’s bullshit. Roy Green hasn’t even been found, so how do you know he hasn’t got it?”
“We don’t, and she won’t tell anyone where he is, either.”
My gut dropped. “You want me to find out if any of them have that information.” It wasn’t a question.
He nodded. “Yes. I’ll look into their finances and see if anything new has come up since they were last checked, and you find out if they have anything on Roy’s whereabouts.”
Frustrated, I threw my hand up in the air. “How the hell am I meant to do that? If I say anything about him, she’ll know that I know everything.”
Most people would have been affected by my anger, but the asshole just raised an eyebrow at me. “Don’t tell me the great Joshua Reagan can’t think of a way to get information out of a woman like Eva Dawson.”
The way he said her name pissed me off more than the implication I was some sort of lothario. “Watch how you talk about her, man.”
“I’m just saying, she’s not exactly what you’ve gone for in the past. She’s…” he searched for a word, “average. The others were executives and women who dressed to impress, and Eva isn’t. Like she’s going to risk losing you over something like that.”
Getting up and leaning on my hands on my desk, I glared at him and ground out, “In the past, I went for women who knew the score. Were they pretty? Yes. Was I interested in anything more? Hell, no. Eva’s different in so many ways and not the ones you’re implying. I’m not telling you again, watch how you talk about her.”
Reading me correctly, Harry held his hands up. “Okay, message received. She’s different. That doesn’t change the fact you’ve got to get the information out of her.”
Sitting back down in my chair, I rubbed my hand on my jaw, thinking about how this whole thing had gone to shit. It’d been easy when Harry had come to me about it, and we’d agreed I’d find out where his uncle’s missing money was. We’d been friends for so long, I didn’t even want the payment they offered me. But now… I wasn’t talking shit when I said Eva was different.
I didn’t want to lose her, and if I didn’t do this properly, I would.
“I’ll think of something.”
Just as I said it, his phone rang. Knowing I wouldn’t take offense at him answering, he took the call and immediately tensed up at whatever was being said to him. Giving him some privacy, I got up and went to get us new coffees, needing the caffeine hit now more than ever.
This whole situation was a clusterfuck.
I hadn’t shared my thoughts with Harry on Eva’s mom yet because I didn’t have any evidence to support it, but something wasn’t adding up. We knew Roy was involved, but all of the paperwork led to Connie. The police had decided not to charge him—even after Harry’s uncle, James Owens, had given them the proof of his involvement with the theft of his money—because he hadn’t had any of the funds or stolen items in his possession.
After finding this out, James had assumed he’d stand a better chance of recovering the twenty-million from his construction company with Roy being out of prison. Still, no matter where they looked, there was just no trace of him even knowing about it.