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Savich said, “MAX found quite a bit about Doulos, Shaker’s son-in-law. The Doulos family is second-generation wealth. They own a multinational security firm, Doulos International. Timothy Doulos, Rich’s older brother, is following in his parents’ footsteps, second-in-command to the CEO, Vitoriana Doulos, the matriarch. His father is long dead. Unlike his upstanding older brother, Rich Doulos got himself a rap sheet when he was still a teenager—theft, shoplifting, burglary, but nothing more recent. He’s paid as a consultant by his mother’s company, but most of his income is from an import/export business, primarily artwork he buys in Europe whenever he’s there, maybe four times a year. He likes to gamble in Monte Carlo. As you already know, Doulos owns his own popular private gambling club called Exotica. Believe me, MAX will look deeper into his club and his import/export business. Doulos is thirty-three, and he’s been married only once, to Eve Shaker Lord a year ago.”
Mason said, “I’ve actually met his mother, Vitoriana, and her heir apparent, her son Timmy. She’s one of the grande dames in Palm Beach society so you can hardly avoid meeting her. Perhaps that’s how Eve and Doulos met, through his mother. I wonder why they don’t live together?”
Savich said, “Eve flies often to Miami, but strangely, Doulos is rarely in Las Vegas, so she does all the heavy travel lifting. Eve runs two of the casinos and Rule runs the jewel of the crown, The Sovereign. It sounds like a strange marriage to me.”
Ramsey said, “Unlike Eve and Doulos, Molly and I weren’t even in different cities the first year of our marriage.” A smile kicked up. “If I hadn’t had to work, we’d have been together 24/7.”
Savich said, “Oh yes, Ollie texted me too. Our quarry paid for the hangar at Jet Aeronautics with a wire from a holding company registered in Nevada.”
Ramsey crossed his arms. “And yet another arrow pointing straight at Rule Shaker.”
Savich rose. “And it’s as obvious an arrow as James Pope, Shaker’s employee, stuffed into the trunk of the limousine with a bullet in his forehead. They’ve been looking into Pope at the CAU—his phone records, credit cards. The M. J. Pederson identity he stole hadn’t been used here in Las Vegas, only in Washington, which may or may not be significant.
“No luck finding the Gulfstream yet. The people who took Sherlock and Molly turned off the tracker, so all we know so far is they haven’t landed at any airfield with air traffic control. I think it’s safe to say the jet is stashed at a private airfield somewhere in the boondocks with a long-enough runway to accommodate the Gulfstream.”
Ramsey said, “Maybe having a long-enough runway near their destination was what decided where they’d take Molly and Sherlock. The pilots were part of it, otherwise they’d have to have been coerced, and that doesn’t seem logical.”
Savich covered his mouth, yawned. “Sorry, I’m still on East Coast time. Maybe we should get some sleep. Everyone at the CAU is working on this. Maybe they’ll find a new direction for us tomorrow.” Savich knew he wouldn’t get much sleep, he had more work to do on MAX. He thought of Sherlock, knew she’d do whatever it took to protect herself and Molly, to try to keep them alive. He had to trust in Sherlock’s judgment and her skills or he’d go insane. Still, he knew Sherlock. If she had to, she’d take chances and it scared him to his boots. He knew he had to keep the faith, like Ramsey had said to Emma. He looked over to see Mason gently stroking Elizabeth Beatrice’s hair as she slept. Life, Dillon knew, was made up of small moments, precious moments that made precious memories.
