Page 92 of Jameson’s Salvation

“That was fast,” Nix greeted. “Right. Perfect, thanks.” Then Nixon smiled. “Judge Price didn’t even need to hear the entire recording before he signed the warrant. Price also said, he’d heard the rumors for years and has been waiting to take down Reggie Coleman. Jonny has deputies outside of his office and his home waiting for the go-ahead. McKenna, do your thing.”

“What are my search parameters?” she asked, cracking her knuckles over her keyboard.

“Go crazy, baby. Whatever you can find.”

“Awesome.” She picked up her laptop and headed for the door. “Give me twenty minutes and you can call Jonny back.”

Nixon nodded and Chasin stepped out of her way as she passed.

“Do you think Jonny will look into all of his purchases over the years?” Weston asked.

“I’d assume so,” Nixon answered. “Why?”

“There’s a lot here that doesn’t add up. Someone at the bank is helping Reggie. I found two loans using nonexistent properties as collateral. Look at this loan document.” Weston handed it to Nix. “The address is 123 Baker Street. There’s no such address in Kent County. And Jonny’s going to want to look into his building inspections. Kennedy said something about Reggie building on marshland after no one else could get a permit. There have been several grievances filed by the homeowners of those condos. Planning and Zoning has ignored the complaints.”

“I’m almost afraid to see what Reggie has on the rest of that cloud. I can’t imagine what he’s blackmailing these people with.” Chasin shook his head in disgust. “He’d never get away with this shit in the city.”

* * *

Twenty minutes later, McKenna came back into the conference room looking haggard and thoroughly disgusted.

“I’m ready to talk to Jonny,” she announced.

“What’d you find?” Jameson asked.

But when McKenna’s gaze came to his, he was rethinking his question.

“We need to find that girl in the picture with Gary,” McKenna stated.

“Why?”

“She’s the key. Reggie’s a sick bastard.”

“We knew that, babe. What’d you find?” Nix waded in.

“Pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. And a few videos.” McKenna’s lips twisted. “The president of the bank. A loan officer at another bank. Peyton Marshall. A building inspector. A county commissioner. And three other men I haven’t been able to cross reference to get their names. All of them in various sex acts with the same girl.”

“Can you run her through facial rec?” Jameson inquired.

“Tried but there’s no clear shot of her face, due to the…sex acts,” McKenna spit out.

“Fuck,” Nix clipped. “Do you think she’s underage?”

“I think she’s young, but with the makeup and boob job, it’s hard to tell. Take a look. I isolated an image.”

McKenna placed her laptop on the table and pulled up a picture of a very young-looking blonde. Her face was in semi-profile, with her chin tilted up, and her mouth was open, looking like she was mid-moan. Thankfully, the image was from the neck up, Jameson did not want to see anymore of the woman—he could imagine she was taking someone’s dick, pretending to like it, and doing it naked.

“Son of a bitch. She may not be a minor but she’s no more than early twenties,” Nixon sneered. “Come here, McKenna.”

Nixon waited for his woman to get within reaching distance and he tagged her around the waist and tucked her close. “Sorry you had to see that shit.”

“As long as Reggie goes down, it was worth it. Jonny needs to see this so I can wipe the cloud server,” McKenna mumbled against Nixon’s chest.

“I’ll call him,” Jameson offered and pulled his phone from his back pocket while keeping Kennedy pressed to his side.

Jonny picked up in two rings.

“Spenser.”