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“Easy, the rest of the wall is a slightly different shade of blue, and they couldn’t completely cover the bulge of the lock underneath.”
She inserted the key and turned it. The wall that had now become a door swung open. Revealed was an inner room that contained five large trunks. She tried the same key in each trunk’s lock, until, with the fourth one, the lock turned.
She slowly opened the trunk, and Beckett illuminated the contents with his light.
“Holy shit!” he said.
It was full of cash.
She knelt down and examined the money. “These are all hundred-dollar bills,” she said.
She did a quick calculation. “If all of these trunks have this same amount of cash in them, we’re looking at probably a couple hundred million bucks.”
She dusted off her hands and pulled out her phone. “I’ll take pictures, and then I’m going to try Sullivan again and tell him what we found. This is going to hit the national press for sure.”
“No, it won’t,” said Beckett.
When Gibson glanced up, his gun was pointed at her.
CHAPTER80
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOUdoing, Earl?”
“Getting what’s rightfully mine.”
“This is Langhorne’s mob money.”
“Nothing personal, but this ismymoney and I’ve waited a long time for it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I helped Harry clear out of WITSEC. We were supposed to meet up and he was going to give me my share, but that asshole never showed. Been looking for him for over twenty years. And I finally found him right here in this house.”
“Wait a minute—youkilled Langhorne?”
“Ran into him when he was coming out of that little hidey-hole of his in the library. I was fair. I gave him a choice. Tell me and he dies with no pain. Don’t tell me and he dies awful. He chose the poison.”
“And when Sullivan approached you?”
“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to piggyback on your efforts. Found out you were really good at finding hidden money.” He motioned at the trunks with his light. “And I have to say you lived up to your rep.”
“You can’t get away with this. Sullivan is on his way.”
“Jesus, get with the program. I never called him.”
“My mother knows you and I left together.”
“Which means I have a little unfinished business back at your house. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. And I won’t touch the kiddies. And now, we have to take care of you.”
“Drop it, Beckett,” the voice called out.
Beckett whirled to see Wilson Sullivan and two uniformed officers, guns drawn, emerge from the darkness.
Beckett cursed under his breath and put his gun down. He eyed Gibson. “You set me up, you bitch.”
Francine appeared next to Sullivan. “Hey, Earl, remember me? Francine?”
Beckett’s eyes took her in. “Long time no see.”
