Mccormi
Marcus Thorne, was a notorious shark who didn't leave witnesses, let alone paper trails. The scandal ten years ago had been the single biggest win
"no comments." The money trail from Carmella's ghost account
file onto my desk in frustration. We'd been at it for weeks, su
n't complained once, hadn't shown a flicker of the despair that I knew must be gnawing at her. Instead, she channeled it i
. But this deal wasn't just about money. It was about knowledge. Someone had to understand our bid to know what t
list of Crestone's key personnel from ten ye
unts. He was the one who would have gone head-to-head with my designs. He left Crestone about six mont
ers in my mind starting to click. "Right
tte said, her eyes meeting mine. They were bright with intelligence, the way they probably
no public records, nothing. It took me another week of calling in old favors and greasing palms to find him. He was livin
roft were skittish. A stranger was one thing; the woman at
r with a shotgun in his hands and suspicion in his eyes. He was older, graye
elling, I'm not bu
up my hands. "I just want to talk about Ma
avered for a second. That was all the co
n, but he finally talked. The story tumbled out of hi
gos. A young, ambitious woman in their marketing department. She was willing to sell them the bi
Nichols,"
ecs, engineering schematics, cost analysis. It was a masterpiece of a bid. Charlotte Gall
sharp and ugly, t
d you leav
he deal had incurred 'unexpected expenses'. He paid the girl her piddling quarter-million and gave me a fraction of what I was owed. He said if I made
ecutive, just as Charlotte had
testify?
"And go to jail? No thanks. My word
and ruined her life. That woman is my client. All I need from you is the proof you have. The original files Carmella sent
afe in the corner of the room
ls, and I'll make sure your name is kept out of the official record. You'll be an anon
behind his tired eyes. He was weighing his freedom
alked to the safe, and
rn you for this," he s
grin spreading across my face.