Page 68 of Spotted at Lighthouse Bay
She set the sandwich down. “Did he find something?”
“Yes, but the way he found out may not have been entirely legal, if you know what I mean.”
A laugh escaped from Addy. “Am I part of a crime?”
“No, nothing like that. Let’s just say he found the owner of Flex Knock, saw his bank statements, and found out he likely paid off a judge.”
“A judge?” She sat up. “What was the judge’s name?”
“Judge Kearn,” Mia said.
“Oh.” She settled back into her seat. Not Shane. Even a midlife crisis wouldn’t make him accept bribes.
“He ruled on a case where Flex Knock was being sued for unfair business practices, and guess what? Flex Knock won.”
“Of course.”
“Your two guys were involved! Their accounts cleared a lot of money.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Yeah, likely money laundering. At least, that’s how it looks.” Mia was speaking faster now, her words running together. “My PI was able to get access to their text messages, too.”
“Should I even ask how?”
“Better not,” Mia said, “but what’s important is that they said where they stashed your mom’s money.”
Her heart jumped. “Where is it?”
“It’s at the office for a boating insurance company, which the owner of Flex Knock also owns. It’s called Lighthouse Bay.”
“Lighthouse Bay,” Addy repeated. She needed to commit that to memory. Rick would want to know and –
Wait. Except he wouldn’t. Her heart sank. Addy set her sandwich down, her stomach rolling.
Mia spoke again. “They’ve had a lot of lawsuits dismissed against them. The office is in Bellingham if you wanted to check it out.”
Addy bit her lip. She shouldn’t do it. Rick wouldn’t approve.
Then again, Rick was nowhere to be found. He’d gone behind her back and left her to fend for herself.
She could do this. She could stop by, casually look around, figure out what was going on. She was capable of doing this by herself. Shane and Rick might not believe it, but she did.
“Where was the money being hidden?”
“There’s a safe, apparently. They texted each other the combination.”
A laugh escaped from Addy. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not. They argued over where eight thousand ended up, but it seems like the rest is still there.”
This was too good to be true. She could put an end to this, once and for all.
“Can you send that to me? The address and the combination?”
Mia squealed. “You’re not mad?”
“Not at all. Thank you. I’m going to get right on this.”
