Page 49 of The Billionaire and His Driver
Reynolds came out of the bathroom with a towel and threw it to Drez. “Stop whimpering and tell what you know,” he ordered him.
Drez placed the towel against his still weeping wound.
“What were you paid to do?” Ronny asked him again.
“To take her to the big boss.”
“Who’s the big boss?”
Drez hesitated. “I don’t know. I didn’t have no contact with him.”
“What did this big boss want with me?” Brina asked.
Drez looked at her with bitterness in his eyes. “You know what he wants. You and your boss knew what he wanted.”
“Stop fucking around and tell them,” Sully said impatiently.
Drez put his eyes back on Sully. He and Reynolds were the ones he feared. “He wanted the money she stole for him.”
Ronny’s heart dropped. Brina’s did too. “I didn’t steal any money for anybody.”
“Yes you did and you know it!”
“That case was investigated by the FBI,” Reynolds said. “She spent two years in prison. Our Legal team is convinced she didn’t steal a dime.”
“I’m not talking about that crime she went to prison for. I’m talking about that other one.”
Ronny frowned. “What other one?”
“When she worked at that charity in Detroit. Before she disappeared and moved all this way to Oregon. But what happened in Detroit? That was the real heist. That was the one she got away with.”
Ronny was floored. So were Sully and Reynolds. They all looked at Brina.
But Brina was as confused as they were. “It’s a pack of lies,” she said. “I never stole a dime from Detroit ReachCharities. I worked there for less than a year when they got shut down. I had nothing to do with all that money that went missing. I had just gotten there.”
“After you got there the money went missing,” Drez proclaimed. “Because you and your boss Troy Cannigan stole it all. Cannigan went to prison and wouldn’t rat you out. That’s the only reason you did no jail time.”
“Just back up,” said Ronny with a fixed frown on his face. “Start from the beginning. What happened to lead to all of this?”
Drez looked at the towel to see if his wound was still weeping. It was. He pressed it back against his face.
“Talk!” Sully said.
“My boss ran drugs for the cartels, okay? But he was living this lavish lifestyle and was stealing the cut the cartels were supposed to get to maintain that lifestyle. So to make up for the deficit, he needed cash. And I’m not talking chump change either. I’m talking hundreds of thousands of dollars. That’s when he found out about that charity she ran.”
“I didn’t run anything,” said Brina. “I was there for less than a year.”
“Go on,” said Ronny.
“Boss found out about these shipments filled with hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of goods traveling up and down the Midwest. So he got with Cannigan and they came up with this scheme to have those goods diverted to various warehouses.”
That made no sense to businessman Ronny. “Why?”
“For half the price they would normally pay, he had a network of store owners from across the region buying those goods from him. Cannigan, and her too probably,” he said, motioning toward Brina, “was manipulating the books to make it look like supplies were delivered to the various communities in need when they had never even been ordered.”
“And these store owners paid half price?” asked Ronny.
“Give an example,” Reynolds said.
