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“How about this,” Marc began. “I have a friend who can try to look a little deeper. He could maybe find something that’s relevant to the case. Depending on what relevance is.”

“Relevant would be direct evidence to show some form of market manipulation.”

It would be very hard to find that and find a direct causal link. But that’s what it was looking like to me.

If I was going to be myself for a minute I’d jump to the conclusion that either some sort of inside dealing had taken place, where Devon had someone on the inside of these companies telling him when the shares were going to be highest in their worth. Or, and this was a big one which could have been more plausible –he was running some sort of pump and dump scheme.

With that, stock promoters bought stock in worthless, often risky, companies who were usually new and had no real backing but looked like great investment opportunities.

They’d promote the stocks to investors through calls and emails. Inflating the prices of these stocks then sell their shares for a profit. When the stocks plummeted it would be worthless.

Maybe it was all of it.

A bad feeling crept inside me as I thought about the possibility of that. Alarm bells were practically going off in my head.

“Alright, then I’ll go fishing and you can decide what you’ll do if I find anything.”

My shoulders slumped.

It was a hard task to ask a man to put his career on the line and make a decision that would throw him off track.

I’d never been in a state of flux before where I didn’t know what to do.

If Marc found something what would I do then?

I simply didn’t know.