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“By whom were you given that name to check out?”
“Someone I’ve only met online. I don’t know who they are.”
“That’s hard to believe.”
“I know that, trust me. I wish I knew more.”
“Why check Trask out?”
“Because he was connected to Daniel Pottinger, the person said.”
“Daniel Pottinger aka Harry Langhorne?”
“Yes.”
“And the point of this search?”
Gibson thought quickly.Give him the truth because he probably already knows.
“Langhorne was a mob accountant turned rat from decades ago. He might have stolen enormous amounts of cash from the mob. There are people trying to find that money. And I got roped into this. If I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t be involved.”
“Have you found the money?”
“No.”
“We have done a deep dive on you, Ms. Gibson. Ex-cop, ex-detective, now a ProEye sleuth, and expert in tracking down large, hidden assets. I’d say whoever roped you in knew exactly what they were doing.”
“I’m thinking the same thing.”
“We might have a dog in this hunt. It might be that the money that is part of this search did not all come from Langhorne’s mob bosses.”
“Okay.”
“So if you find it, those amounts should come our way. With a finder’s fee to you, of course.”
This got Gibson’s attention. “How much of a fee?”
“Five percent is standard. Do we have a deal?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“People always have choices.”
From behind Gibson a garrote was slipped around her neck and pulled uncomfortably tight.
A panicked Gibson gagged and coughed out, “Deal!”
“We have ways of checking to make sure you hold up your end of the bargain.”
The garrote was pulled tight one more time before being removed.
“Now what?” said Gibson hoarsely.
“Now you get back to work. For your new partner. Oh, and if you tell anyone, we’ll know that, too. So, you talk, then it won’t just be you who suffers the consequences. Son, daughter, mother, father, and two younger brothers. The Rogers/Gibson family wiped out. And we might just hunt down your ex-husband and do him, too.”
Well, Peter Gibson biting it wouldn’t be so bad, thought Gibson in her anesthetic-garbled, garrote-choked mind.
“But just so you know, patience is not a virtue. So pursue this like you’re looking at your last sixty seconds on earth. And trophies only go to winners. Losers go into the ground.”
