heavy carving of a bull. It was some sort of trophy for the Most Valuable Player for a sports team. The name of the recipient had been scratched out. Figures the Boss thought of everything. But Ethan was counting on someone from his past not knowing him as the Boss. Someone who might email him with salutations to his real name.
Ethan tipped the bull trophy over and saw a compartment had been cut into its base. He slid the bottom cover off to find a single key.
The computer bleeped at its download end. He gave the deleted emails his full attention and found what he was looking for. Lyle Ramsey was the recipient name a sender used to forward some crass email joke.
“Well, hello there, Lyle Ramsey . Does your friend know what you do for a living?”
Ethan brought the computer back to the way he found it. He got what he’d come for. The processing team would take the PC when they were inside, but Ethan doubted they would find any evidence on it. Lyle didn’t get to be the Boss by leaving a paper trail. And no paper trail meant cash houses. Find the cash houses and Lyle goes bye-bye. Ethan didn’t think he’d have to look much further than the basement.
He picked up the phone and checked it for a dial tone. He dialed the secure number for Pace and said two words.
Lyle Ramsey.
Pace would know what to do with that.
Ethan hesitated to mention Roni’s presence. A part of him didn’t want Pace knowing she was with him. He knew what Pace would say to that.
“Do your job.”
Ethan sighed and quickly relayed the message that Roni Spencer was in his custody. He clicked off just as voices filtered down the hall.
“If you brought some snitch into my house, you will pay, Guerra.” The Boss’s irate, booming voice echoed through the closed door.
“Gunn’s not a snitch, but he does have high expectations for your average gofer. I’ve reminded him many times who’s in charge. Something tells me he would push me aside if it got him ahead. If he wasn’t so clever in his thefts, I would have wasted him months ago.”
Ethan looked for a coat closet to hide in. He tried the door to his left.
Locked.
He circled the room. The drapes wouldn’t hide his big frame. Nor would the cubby under the desk. He pulled the doorknob again, but it wasn’t budging.
Then he remembered the key.
Guerra continued out in the hall. “The man’s a chameleon. Gets the job done before anyone sees a thing. Good at hiding out, which is why I can’t find him right now.”
The doorknob turned just as Ethan inserted the key and turned his own doorknob. He was behind the door, safely hidden from sight before Guerra and Ramsey entered the office.
But if Ramsey was here, what happened to the visit with his lady friend?
Was she in the office with them now?
Ethan turned to his side to listen with one ear, straining to make out another person’s presence. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an elevator behind him. It would seem Ramsey had a private line down to the basement.
“And what about the Spencer woman?” Ramsey asked, his chair squeaking as though he leaned back into it. “What does she know?”
“Nothing. She thinks she’s been kidnapped for her money and is here to be ransomed. I would have killed her at the garage, but Gunn stepped in. She can be disposed of now. Her family won’t be expecting her home.”
“Why’s that?”
Ethan pressed his ear to the door, wondering the same question.
“As far as they’re concerned their glamorous debutante was in the car theft business. The FBI is ready to close in. She’ll go down for everything. All roads lead to her. When she disappears, everyone will believe she escaped to the Mediterranean to live on the run for the rest of her life.”
“Everyone?”
Guerra laughed. “Well, not everyone. Someone paid me dearly to make her go away. I got the call to expect her tonight. That’s how I knew to be looking for her before Gunn spotted her.”
Ramsey chuckled. “I’m not
Ethan tipped the bull trophy over and saw a compartment had been cut into its base. He slid the bottom cover off to find a single key.
The computer bleeped at its download end. He gave the deleted emails his full attention and found what he was looking for. Lyle Ramsey was the recipient name a sender used to forward some crass email joke.
“Well, hello there, Lyle Ramsey . Does your friend know what you do for a living?”
Ethan brought the computer back to the way he found it. He got what he’d come for. The processing team would take the PC when they were inside, but Ethan doubted they would find any evidence on it. Lyle didn’t get to be the Boss by leaving a paper trail. And no paper trail meant cash houses. Find the cash houses and Lyle goes bye-bye. Ethan didn’t think he’d have to look much further than the basement.
He picked up the phone and checked it for a dial tone. He dialed the secure number for Pace and said two words.
Lyle Ramsey.
Pace would know what to do with that.
Ethan hesitated to mention Roni’s presence. A part of him didn’t want Pace knowing she was with him. He knew what Pace would say to that.
“Do your job.”
Ethan sighed and quickly relayed the message that Roni Spencer was in his custody. He clicked off just as voices filtered down the hall.
“If you brought some snitch into my house, you will pay, Guerra.” The Boss’s irate, booming voice echoed through the closed door.
“Gunn’s not a snitch, but he does have high expectations for your average gofer. I’ve reminded him many times who’s in charge. Something tells me he would push me aside if it got him ahead. If he wasn’t so clever in his thefts, I would have wasted him months ago.”
Ethan looked for a coat closet to hide in. He tried the door to his left.
Locked.
He circled the room. The drapes wouldn’t hide his big frame. Nor would the cubby under the desk. He pulled the doorknob again, but it wasn’t budging.
Then he remembered the key.
Guerra continued out in the hall. “The man’s a chameleon. Gets the job done before anyone sees a thing. Good at hiding out, which is why I can’t find him right now.”
The doorknob turned just as Ethan inserted the key and turned his own doorknob. He was behind the door, safely hidden from sight before Guerra and Ramsey entered the office.
But if Ramsey was here, what happened to the visit with his lady friend?
Was she in the office with them now?
Ethan turned to his side to listen with one ear, straining to make out another person’s presence. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an elevator behind him. It would seem Ramsey had a private line down to the basement.
“And what about the Spencer woman?” Ramsey asked, his chair squeaking as though he leaned back into it. “What does she know?”
“Nothing. She thinks she’s been kidnapped for her money and is here to be ransomed. I would have killed her at the garage, but Gunn stepped in. She can be disposed of now. Her family won’t be expecting her home.”
“Why’s that?”
Ethan pressed his ear to the door, wondering the same question.
“As far as they’re concerned their glamorous debutante was in the car theft business. The FBI is ready to close in. She’ll go down for everything. All roads lead to her. When she disappears, everyone will believe she escaped to the Mediterranean to live on the run for the rest of her life.”
“Everyone?”
Guerra laughed. “Well, not everyone. Someone paid me dearly to make her go away. I got the call to expect her tonight. That’s how I knew to be looking for her before Gunn spotted her.”
Ramsey chuckled. “I’m not
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