Page 6 of Mafia Handbook

“She couldn't find work without a verifiable email address.”

“Correct. About six months ago, this bastard really turned up the heat, by draining not one, or two, but twelve different bank accounts. The last and most notable, First National.”

Leaning back in his chair, Bash’s focus remained on the name of the bank, one he’d been approached about writing the firewall program they use. They’d gone with another firm. One who’d allegedly given them a hack-proof system, an edge over the competition as they guaranteed a deposit up to three times what the FDIC would pay.

“Has she made a claim with First National?”

“Yes, a representative contacted us this morning. Which is another reason I called you.”

Bash felt confident he could have the name and address of this asshole in under an hour. Something he would take great pride in while calling the asshole who’d underbid him and brag about.

“Tell you what,” Bash shifted in his chair, leveling his gaze on Grant. “Give your victim a call, see if she wants to meet with me. If so, name the time and I’ll be here.”

Standing from his seat, Bash offered his hand, a confident smile on his face. This would be the easiest money he’d ever made, he thought to himself as he sent Donna a wink before sliding his shades over his eyes.

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