Page 112 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“The price. With all the names we scanned, don’t you think that this is bigger than what we imagined?”

“Yes, it’s possible. Of course it is.”

“All of this for diamonds? I don’t believe it for a second.”

“You’re underestimating one major factor in all of this.”

“What’s that?”

“Greed. I know to you and me, it seems questionable why diamonds, or even drugs and other illegal trading, would be worth it, but it all adds up. It is worth it to people like Taby and Cordelia, who want more and are never satisfied. It’ll be worth it to the Marlin too.”

“You’re right. They are the company she keeps.”

“Exactly.”

“I think it’s time we call Dodger for another check-in. He’s going to want to know about all of this.”

“It’s a lot.”

“Which is good for us.”

“Hopefully, he agrees.”

Grant takes out his cell phone and dials the agency. An assistant transfers Grant to Dodger’s office.

“I’m on hold,” he whispers to me.

I give him a small nod as I start to organize the photographs into their respective categories.

Studying all the people who are part of this is everything we needed to confirm our original intel. People from all over the country funneling money, drugs, diamonds, and more into the Carolinas mafia operation.

All because of the Marlin.

“This is Sinclair and Collins here,” Grant says as he puts the phone on the table.

“It’s on speaker,” he mouths to me.

“Great. What do you have for me?” Dodger asks.

“We have confirmed intel about all the key players in the Carolinas mafia operation. We’re sorting through the documents with full details now. Tomorrow night, Sinclair is participating in an undercover operation that we think is connected to what we have here.”

“Good. When you have more, let me know.”

“Will do, sir,” I answer.

“We’ll want to move in immediately as the Marlin is confirmed.”

“Understood.”

The phone call ends without another word. Grant pockets his cell phone.

“It’s going to be a long night.” I sigh.

“Let’s keep at it.”

Grant starts pinning the sorted photographs to the pinboard as I separate them into categories.

“Hey, Sinclair?”

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