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There it is, LaPorta thought.Just like Alfie predicted.
“The money was sent by someone you know.”
“Who?”
“Why don’tyoutellme?”
“I don’t have a clue, Officer.”
“Detective. I’m a detective.” He nodded toward Sampson. “He’s an officer.”
“Well, Detective—and Officer—I’m afraid you’ve made a mista—”
“The money came from Alfie Logan.”
She froze for a moment. Then her head dropped, as if she were being pranked. She ran a hand through her hair, looked up, and smiled broadly.
“Now Iknowyou’ve made a mistake.”
“Why?”
“Alfie Logan doesn’t have two million dollars. Or anything close.”
“He won it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Where?”
“Here.”
LaPorta froze an image on the iPad and handed it over. Gianna gazed at the photo of various people around a roulette table.
“Isn’t that your ex-husband?”
Gianna frowned and exhaled.
“Oh, God, it is,” she mumbled. “I heard he was in town.”
LaPorta leaned forward.
“You want to tell us how he won the money?”
“Who?”
“Your ex.”
“I thought you said Alfie won the money.”
“Yeah. Alfie. Your ex.”
“Alfie?” She laughed loudly. “Alfie and I were never married. God, no!”
She pointed to a man in the photo standing alongside the roulette wheel.
“Mike. That’s my ex.”
Six
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