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Davenport licked his lips like he was thirsty for the chance to prove himself. Cassie hadn’t seen him so desperate. “I can give you every corrupt officer in the precinct. I can give you the names of at least five of them who are on Apex’s payroll. Anastasia Bolton? She’s a lot more important than you think she is. She’s in charge of some of Apex’s biggest clients. Grayson was supposed to be the next President of the United States. They don’t let just anyone take on a client like that.”
“Did Bolton order you to kill Connor Grayson?”
Davenport chuckled, but he had that same desperation in his eyes. “I have no idea who ordered me to do it. It came through anonymously.”
“Then how did you know it was them?”
“Trust me, I know.”
“Start at the beginning.” Viotto’s voice was still short, but he sounded invested now. “How did you even get involved with them?”
“One of my colleagues approached me. Thought I’d be good for a job they had lined up.”
“What kind of job?”
“Security for one of their clients. Some celebrity. A singer. I can’t remember her name. I don’t listen to that crap.”
“That’s it, just security?” Viotto sounded as doubtful as Cassie felt.
“Just security. Got a few more jobs like
that. It paid good money. I had an inkling I was being felt out, and I was right. A couple months later, they asked for something bigger. And a little less legal.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not going to tell you that. Maybe when I get a little more insurance that you’ll give me what I want.”
Mannis held up a hand when Viotto protested. “That’s fine. This illegal job, how did that go?”
“Went off without a hitch. No problems. They were trusting me more and more, but I knew there were bigger jobs out there. I kept asking my buddy if they had anything else. He told me to be patient.”
“Did you ever come into contact with anyone other than your buddy? Anyone you can tie back to Apex?”
“One person. Huge guy. Didn’t talk much. I didn’t get a name, but I could spot him in a lineup, no problem.”
“We’d need to know who he was to put him in a lineup,” Viotto said.
“What about Bolton?” Mannis asked. “Did you have a working relationship with her?”
“Only once I got the Grayson job.”
“How did that go down?”
“A courier handed me a letter. It had specific instructions. I followed them.”
“Could you identify the courier?”
“He was a nobody. Not involved.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.” Davenport rolled his eyes. “Apex is smart. They won’t get caught up on details. The courier won’t be someone they employ. There won’t be a return address on the envelope. They’ll send it out of a random city so it’s not tied back to anyone specific. This is the big leagues, guys. You won’t catch them on a technicality.”
“Do you still have the letter?”
“Obviously not.”
“Do you have anything?” Viotto’s gun never wavered, but Cassie could tell he was getting antsy. “Can you prove Apex told you to kill Connor Grayson? Can you prove Apex is anything more than a top-tier publicity company?”
