Page 123 of The Rules Of Attraction
“I just do.” She slipped her arm around me and ran her fingers across the back of my neck. “You said you thought Devon was guilty. But you never said why.”
“You know when you get a bad feeling about something and you know that you’re right but you can’t prove it? That’s how I feel.” I answered. It was the best thing to say.
She was an attorney too, if I told her what I’d found out about the other investments she would definitely think something was weird with the situation. And worse she’d probably question me.
I didn’t want that. Work was work, and this case wasn’t me. It didn’t represent how I normally conducted myself.
“You shouldn’t work on this case if you feel that way.”
“I know, but I have to. If I don’t that will be it for me here.”
Now she looked worried. “Alex, don’t say that. I’m sure your dad will arrange something else.”
“No. He was being serious. This is it. if I don’t see this case through I can kiss the senior partnership goodbye.”
“Alex, I’m certain your dad would find some other way for you.”
I shook my head. “No, angel. He was clear.”
She moved forward and gave me a sweet kiss. “How about we do something to get your mind off this. It’s Friday. You pick.”
“Let’s just go home.”
She nodded with a smile. “Home.”
I always liked the way that she said that.
* * *
I pulledin a deep breath as Marc walked into the living room.
I planned to see him at some point this weekend anyway, probably not today because I was too wrapped up in Summer, but tomorrow. Just to hang out though for an hour or so.
I didn’t want to talk about work and he was here to do just that.
I knew I’d planted the seeds of mystery in his mind and it would only be a matter of time before he’d hunted out what he wanted to find and unearthed something.
The thing about it was, deep down I wanted to have my suspicions confirmed with evidence, but I knew my father.
I knew when he was being serious. I knew when to push him and when to fall back.
“Marc, dare I ask what you found?” I sighed dropping into the armchair.
He rolled up the long sleeves of his T-shirt that had a picture of The Flash on the front. Outside of work he reverted to his usual comic book, superhero loving self. I had to admit though that the way he did it made it cool as he’d added a pair of chinos and loafers.
“Yes.” He beamed with wide eyes. From the large white envelope he carried he pulled out a file and handed it to me.
I flicked through it. It was twenty pages long and contained details of foreign bank accounts. It wasn’t transactions just balance sheets for each bank with the remaining balance and name of the bank.
All I could think was the people who owned the accounts must have been extremely wealthy. Each account had between a hundred and two hundred grand.
“Are these clients?” I asked.
Marc shook his head. “Alex, look at the top of the page at the account holder information.” He held up his hands and shook them, seeing that I’d just skimmed through the paperwork.
I looked closer and saw the name Devon Langdon.
I jumped up out of my chair and tightened my grip on the file feeling my cool slip.
