the law in front of Labado.
“Tomas, I don’t know if I can pull your ass out of the fire this time.” And for once he wasn’t stringing him along.
“Carson, you’ve always been able to work miracles.”
“God damn it, how in the hell did you manage to double book all of your ships for the next two months? What were you thinking allowing your team to do that?”
“We needed the influx of cash,” Tomas whined. The stupidity boggled his mind. They were going to have to pay other shipping companies more than the cost they were currently billing to ensure they made their commitments.
“Your brother is right, your father should have left him the company.”
“Don’t you ever fucking say that again.” Damn, Seth would have thought last night’s meditation would have helped keep a lid on his temper and his mouth. He hoped he was close to the end of this damned assignment. They had enough on Tomas Benitez for money laundering and moving drugs and arms to put him behind bars. They had hampered most of Labado’s drug and arms business, but this new human trafficking had to be stopped yesterday.
“Are you listening to me?” Spittle came out of the man’s mouth.
“Of course I am,” Seth said gently. He watched as the man’s face smoothed out. Again Seth was thankful for his gifts, because he sure as hell wasn’t on his game.
“I’m depending on you. I realize we don’t always see eye to eye. But we’re family. Deep down I know you love my little girl. The day I have a grandchild will be the happiest of my life.” Tomas stood up and leaned over his desk, flipping open a file and pushing it in front of Seth. “This is what I really need help with.” It took him a minute to comprehend what he was seeing, and when he did, he could see why his father-in-law was shitting a brick. He had been skimming money from Labado. He was crazy, there was no other word for it.
“Labado will kill you, he’ll kill me, then he will kill Portia, and if you have a grandchild he’ll kill him or her while you were watching. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I could put it back as soon as Benitez Shipping started making a profit. We just hit a dry spell.”
“Of course you did, it’s because you won’t reorganize. You asked me to turn this company around, I brought in two consultants who laid it all out, and you didn’t listen to one word they had to say. As a matter of fact, you did the exact opposite of what they told you to do. You expanded into markets already saturated, and you didn’t refurbish your ships, and now you can’t support half the cargo load you need to.”
“And I told you, there are more fish in the sea than Labado, and they were the ones supporting our expansion.” Tomas was breathing so heavily, Seth wondered if he was going to have a heart attack right there.
“Sit down and let me take a look at this file. I need to better understand what we’re dealing with.” Seth waited until the other man gained his chair and then read the spreadsheets. In the last ten months, Tomas managed to steal close to twenty million dollars from Labado. Money that would have normally been missed except for the fact so many shipments of guns and drugs had been caught at the US borders. Labado’s organization was so busy digging themselves out of those holes that they hadn’t had a chance to notice their money launderer was stealing from them. When they did, Tomas Benitez would be a dead man.
“Even if you were able to pay this money back, you couldn’t fill in the gaps of the missing time. How are you going to explain the shortages in past bank statements?” It was like looking at a deer in headlights. “Jesus, you haven’t thought any of this through, have you? You’re not just gambling with your life, you’re gambling with your daughter’s.”
“But, you can fix this, I know you can. Labado loves you. You were high up in his organization before you married Portia. Labado still