Target

“Yup,” I reply tightly.

“Found two grand cash on those assholes,” Ryan says.

I grunt my response. Still too pissed off to speak. From the cams on the building, those two had been coming to the office late nights to watch me. Keeping enough of a distance not to be noticed, they waited until last night to make a move.

I have answers and I don’t like them. Those two assholes were sent by an entitled asshole I closed a case on not too long ago. He’d been laundering money from his father-in-law’s business for years.

His wife was actually the one that found the first thread that lead to unraveling the trail of over twenty million dollars over the last five years. The husband got greedy and sloppy. It didn’t take me long to uncover the accounts and the dummy companies he was filtering the money out to.

The wife begged the father not to send him to jail. I thought it was a dumb ass decision, but Mr. Vector agreed to keep things in house as long as Martin, the husband returned the money he still had in the offshore accounts.

Of course Martin agreed—long enough to pack a bag and take off. He left his wife behind and took off with the money. Uncle Rob offered for us to track Martin down. Vector paid us and said he was washing his hands of it.

I called bullshit then and I’m calling it again now. I think Vector planned to hunt Martin’s ass down himself. Although, my question has become—why the fuck am I being targeted in the middle of their family bullshit?

On one hand, I’m glad it’s none of the other things I have my hands in coming back to bite me. Still, this is the last case I expected to blowback. I don’t like it, not one bit.

“You do know when I find his ass I’m going to fuck him up,” Noah grumbles, his arms folded across his chest.

“Exactly,” Wyatt adds.

“That’s why we’re going to keep this one as quiet as we can. Someone is going to come up missing,” My father hisses.

“I don’t think Martin is the only foul party in this equation. Where is the wife?” Uncle Rob muses.

“Gone,” I grind out.

“She was the one to blow the whistle in the first place, wasn’t she?” Rob turns to me with a perplexed look on his face.

“Yeah, she was,” I reply tightly.

“When you closed the case out was there anything that stood out as a red flag?” My dad asks.

I fall back in my chair. My mind takes me back to that day. It’s like the entire scene is playing before me. I rebuild it in my brain to see it just as I did that day.

“Yeah, something did stick out. I just got sidetracked,” I murmur more to myself.

I got a hit on one of my top priority cases. Needing to get a handle on that top-secret situation, I put the Vector case aside for a few hours. When I went back later, it was like the path I had been tracing disappeared. It was a small detail so I let it go.

“There was one account, one of the earlier ones, it had a third designated signer. All the others were just opened by Martin and his sidekick,” I say as the memory surfaces. “I remember seeing it, but when I went back to it I couldn’t find it. I shrugged it off since we were off the case.”

“This smell like shit. I’ll get to the bottom of it,” Wyatt grumbles.

“I want to know where Vector’s daughter is,” my dad demands.

“You and I both,” I mutter.

“See what you can find. We’ll hit the street,” Noah says, standing from his seat.