by Stone, M. T.
“Sure, make me do the dirty work,” she says with an instant spark in her eyes.
“You’re the one who claims to love the adventure,” I tease her. “Now it’s time to walk the talk. Just don’t end up on your knees like you did with me.”
“Well, if you’re able to do your part, I won’t be forced to take any drastic measures,” she replies sarcastically.
Mandy
I feel a burst of excitement as I take the transmitters from him. Entering the office suite, part of me had expected Trey to confront Tommy with all three brutes in tow. Instead, he motions for them to take a seat in the reception area for now.
“I want to see if we can get him to open up first,” Trey tells the three men. “When we have gotten what we can, I’ll bring him out to introduce him to you guys.” He turns to me. “Hopefully his phone or watch will be on his desk, because that will give you plenty of time.”
Trey takes my hand and raps the knuckles of his free hand on the door before cracking it open. “Are you ready for us?”
“Sure.” Tommy jumps up from his chair and greets us just inside the door. “So what can I do for the two of you today?” He spins on his heel and heads back toward his desk chair. He’s acting as if he’s hopped up on amphetamines or something.
Trey leads me over to the chairs directly in front of Tommy’s desk and plops down into one of them. “I met with Nolan and Aileen this morning,” he says, crossing his legs and taking a deep breath. “Obviously, that conversation has created more questions than it answered,” he adds, staring intently at Tommy.
“What are you getting at?” Tommy asks, seeming genuinely perplexed by his statement.
“Okay, where do I begin? Carly introduced you to them, as well as Bill and Dad. Is that correct?” he asks, starting at the beginning of the timeline that Nolan had provided.
“That’s true,” he says without any hesitation.
“Why?” Trey asks suspiciously. “What did she have to gain?”
“Twenty-five million dollars,” he says with a nonchalant flip of his hand. He then leans back with a smug look on his face.
“So you paid her for the introduction?” I ask, as the legal aspects of the transaction begin to intrigue my law-minded brain.
“I had mentioned to her that if she knew of anyone who was interested in buying my stake in Firefly Media, I would pay her five percent of the take,” he says, obviously thinking that it was perfectly rational. “I made the same offer to several others as well.” He continues to stare intently at Trey maintaining his smug look.
“Dad and Bill were okay with her earning a commission from the deal?” Trey presses, dropping his foot back to the floor and sitting up in his seat.
Tommy pauses for a moment, rubbing his chin between his thumb and index finger. “She asked me to keep our arrangement to myself,” he finally admits. “I told her that I had set up an international corporation in Belize to protect my assets. She asked if I would do the same for her.”
“Ahh, so when the sale occurred you simply transferred the money to her account in Belize,” Trey surmises. Judging by the look on his face, we both just figured out why Victor lost trust in Carly.
“I actually gave her stock options that she was able to cash in,” he clarifies. Still seeming convinced that he hadn’t done anything unethical.
“You owned roughly fifty percent of the equity, so that’s about five hundred million,” Trey says, looking up at the ceiling for a couple seconds. “So twenty five million of that went to her. Not bad for making an introduction,” Trey says shaking his head from side to side. “So once Bill took control of the company, he found out that you had enhanced the financials. ‘Then he came back to you and demanded a refund, didn’t he?” Trey speculates. “Did Dad figure everything out as well or did Bill tell him?”
“First of all, I was sorry to hear about Bill’s suicide. I honestly think that he just didn’t understand a new economy company,” Tommy responds, shifting in his chair. “He thought he and Aileen could increase the value of it and Nolan could replace me on TV. I can’t help that the network pulled out once they found out I had sold my stake.”
“Seriously?” Trey asks, rising from his chair. “You hadn’t disclosed that fact to the network in advance?” He leans on Tommy’s desk, looking him right in the eyes.
“I didn’t think it would matter,” Tommy claims, but obviously he had to have known better.
“You seriously thought your could swap out the host and the network would just accept it?” Trey asks, stepping back from the desk and running his hand through his hair in frustration. “I think you wanted to bail before your portfolio companies started going belly up.” He bends down putting his hands back on the desk, staring intently at Tommy. “Early on you could use the profits from the TV show to prop up those companies, but then it got to be too much to support. Am I getting warm?”
“Did Nolan tell you all of this?” Tommy asks, suddenly becoming uncomfortable enough to spring from his chair. “Or are you looking to pick up where Bill left off?” he asks, moving around the desk to confront Trey.
“Whose idea was it for you to become CEO of Addison Media?” Trey pushes back. “Did you really think you could roll Firefly Media into Addison without anyone realizing that you had committed fraud?” he asks as his temper begins to flare. “Is that why Dad was killed or was that just a convenient coincidence?”
“Why don’t you ask Carly?” Tommy replies, narrowing his eyes. “That is if you can find her.” He scoffs. “I know you think you will somehow be able to pin all of this on me, but like I told you before I don’t have anything to do with any of it.”
“So Carly did all of your dirty work?” I ask after seeing that Trey is beginning to lose his cool. “Once all the key players are dead, Carly flees the country. How convenient.”
“I told her that no one would be able to crack her account in Belize, but she insisted on freaking out,” Tommy says bluntly. “As if cleaning out the bank account is going to solve anything.”
Trey and I both look at each other and I’m sure he’s just as shocked as I am. Did Tommy really just tell us that Carly contracted the hits? Or is he just trying to pin the blame on her, since she is no longer around to defend herself?
Trey
After pausing for a moment to evaluate Tommy’s statements, I confront him face to face one last time. “So you are telling me that Carly is the one behind all of this?”
“It appears so,” Tommy replies, pulling his phone from his pocket. “She sent me a message yesterday afternoon saying that she was going to Belize to close the bank account and move the rest of the money.” He scrolls through his messages and shows us the message from her.
“So, Carly killed Dad, tried to kill Tyler, killed Dr. Potaturri as well as Bill Gleason,” I summarize out loud, thinking that maybe Tommy can shed some light on how that would all make sense.
“I thought the doctor and Bill were both suicides,” Tommy says, furrowing his brow like a well trained actor.
“I’m sure they were suicides, just like my brother’s suicide attempt,” I reply sarcastically, taking another deep breath in an attempt to maintain my composure. “I’m sure when all the autopsy results are in, there won’t be any doubt as to how they died.”
“Well, I guess it won’t affect me either way,” Tommy says, setting his phone down on the corner of the desk.
“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter,” I reply, shifting strategy. “Come here, I want to introduce you to a few new friends of mine.” I nod toward the door, encouraging him to follow me. I open the door and wave my hand for him to lead the way.
“Jesus, who the hell are you guys?” he asks, stopping dead in his tracks.
“This is Anthony, Gator and Crusher,” I tell him. ‘They work for me now. Have you ever heard of the Alpha 9?”
“Sure! So you guys are for real, huh?” Tommy asks, holding his hand out to shake Anthony’s.
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We are,” Anthony replies, standing up to greet him. “We haven’t had a single unsuccessful mission since the day we got together.” He turns toward the other two men. “Gator and Crusher were just in Honduras this past weekend where they took out Caesar Acosta.”
“I saw something about that on CNN last night,” Tommy says shaking both of their hands. “I heard there was literally an army protecting him.”
“Arrogance killed Caesar,” Gator replies, before glancing at Crusher.
“Arrogance and me,” Crusher says with a haunting look in his eyes. “I’m not a fan of cocky fuckers who think they can get away with murder.”
Judging by the change in Tommy’s facial expression, I think he understands the warning contained within Crusher’s words. “I’ve got to get back to work,” he grumbles, turning back toward his office door.
“It looks like you’ve been busy shredding,” Mandy says nodding toward the five full garbage bags sitting in the corner of his office.
“Yeah, I figured there was no reason to keep all of the presentation materials from the Firefly deal,” he says, his sly grin returning. “An acquisition by Addison Media is no longer in the cards, so what’s done is done.”
“Which explains why Bill was so pissed yesterday,” Mandy postulates.
“Yeah, he seemed to be annoyed by the fact,” Tommy replies, placing his hand on the doorknob. “Now that I think about it, he did seem like he was about to go off the rails when he left yesterday. Hopefully he had plenty of life insurance for the sake of Aileen and his wife.”
“We’ll be in touch Tommy,” I tell him, accenting it with a steely glare as he closes the door on us. I try to shake off my anger as I turn, leading everyone out of the suite. “He never ceases to amaze me,” I add once we are out in the hallway.
“That was fun!” Mandy says with a sparkle in her eyes. “My heart was pounding by the time I slipped the third one under his phone protector.” She giggles and grabs my arm, pulling at me.
“Third one? Where did you put the other two?” I ask her in amazement.
“I put one on the bottom of his laptop, one on the back side of his Rolex like you said and the third one in his phone.” She beams.
“Well, you did good,” I assure her with a proud smile. “I know he didn’t suspect a thing.”
“So, do you buy the bullshit story about Carly?” Anthony asks, as the elevator doors close. “If he’s going to continue being a criminal, he needs to install a more soundproof door.”
I laugh and think about all that was said during our short-lived meeting. “I still have a hard time believing that Carly is behind all of this. But, it’s possible that Tommy has done a good job of making it appear that way. That would explain why she ran off to Belize to clean out her bank account,” I reply, rubbing my temples. All of this is giving me a headache.
Chapter 10
Mandy
After Crusher leaves to relieve Romeo and Jules, we hop in with Anthony and head back to the hospital so that Gator can relieve Bolt. Trey appears to be deep in thought, probably trying to work through the same inconsistencies that I saw in Tommy’s story. It makes little sense that Carly would be completely responsible for everything when Tommy gained four hundred and seventy five million dollars. That definitely doesn’t add up for me.
“This is one hell of an upgrade from the Suburban,” Gator says to Anthony with a reserved laugh. “You win the lottery or something?”
“No, it’s his,” Anthony nods toward Trey. “He didn’t want to be seen getting in and out of the brown beast.”
“I don’t blame him,” Gator scoffs.
“So why do they call you Gator?” I ask him, not seeing an obvious reason.
“I grew up in Gainesville, Florida and played football for the Gators,” he says with a glint of pride in his eyes. “I hoped to make it in the pros, but instead I ended up in seal training. It was basically ten times as much work for one tenth of the money.”
“I’ll bet it’s pretty awesome to have those skills, though,” I reply, thinking about what these guys must be capable of doing. “I would love to go on secret missions and kick some ass.”
“I think Mandy wishes she would’ve gone into criminal justice, instead of law school,” Trey says, giving me a squeeze. “She’s definitely getting into all of this.”
“I told her that we could use her current talents to help keep us organized and on the straight and narrow,” Anthony tells me, looking back through the mirror. “These guys are always pushing the envelope.”
“I told her I would hire her to keep me out of trouble too,” Trey replies. “By the way, what do you know about International Trusts?” he asks, turning to me.
“I know that people use them to avoid paying U.S. taxes and to protect themselves from civil lawsuits,” I tell him. “It basically stops a civil suit dead in its tracks, because the plaintiff has to sue the trust in a Belizean court. The government down there makes it almost impossible to get the case tried in court.”
“So, that would explain why Tommy transferred all of his stock to Belize prior to selling it,” Trey declares, figuring out his motivation. “Even if Bill and Aileen had tried to sue him, it wouldn’t have been an easy road.”
“That’s why people hire us to settle the score outside of the court system,” Gator says with a sneer. “It’s amazing what you can accomplish with a little manual persuasion.” He pats his fist before turning back toward the front of the vehicle.
“Is there a way to track down Carly?” Trey asks the guys. “I really want to hear her side of the story. I have a hard time believing this was all her idea.”
“Well, she had to land in Belize City,” Anthony tells us. “It’s not that big of a place, so I’m sure we could track her down. I’ve got a couple guys in Chetumal who will track anyone down for a fee.”
“How much?” Trey asks, eager to get things moving.
“A couple grand per day,” Anthony says with a shrug. “They’re good guys.”
“Let’s do it,” Trey replies, sitting up in the seat and leaning forward. “There probably aren’t too many banks in Belize City are there?”
“I think this might help,” I tell him with a smile, holding up my phone and showing him a picture. “Tommy had little notes written all over his desk calendar, so I took a picture of it. Look along the side here, it says Atlantic International.” I enlarge the photo so he can see it.
“You planted three trackers and took a picture of his calendar?” Trey asks with wide eyes. “You definitely are efficient.”
“Hey, I wanted to do a good job on my first mission,” I reply, looking around the side of the seat at Anthony. “That way, maybe I’ll get more work.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Anthony says with a nod, but I honestly don’t think he will take me seriously.
“We should put in a call to that FBI Agent that’s working with Detective Kelly too,” Trey mentions. “He claims to have the ability to track any money moving through the SWIFT banking system. He could start with any large transfers coming from Atlantic International into the U.S.”
By the time we arrive at the hospital, both Trey and I are rejuvenated by the idea of going in a new direction. I send Harris a text message asking him to check on whether or not there are any trust names listed in the Firefly Media stock ownership records. We are probably going to have to get creative in order to implicate Tommy, especially if he is being truthful about Carly’s role in the whole matter.
Trey
After Mandy airdrops a copy of the photo to each of our phones, I send a copy of it to Agent Mitchell and Detective Kelly. We spend the rest of the ride pouring over the details found on Tommy’s calendar. Pulling into the hospital parking lot, I am focused on a crude little drawing of a lighthouse with the words white house – block north scrawled next to it.
“Do you know if there is a lighthouse in Belize City?” I ask Anthony, hoping that it is a clue to Carly’s whereabouts.
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sp; “Yeah, there is one at the southern tip. I don’t remember the name, but it starts with a B,” he says, squinting in the mirror as if he’s racking his brain.
“Baron Bliss lighthouse?” Mandy asks, proving once again that Google knows everything.
“That’s it,” he confirms with a shake of his head. “I never would’ve come up with that name.”
Doing a quick search of Google Earth, I see that there are three or four white houses in that vicinity. “This definitely narrows down our search,” I tell Anthony, showing him the houses on my phone. “Tommy’s note says it’s a white house a block north of the lighthouse. Could it really be that easy?”
“Well, it could be if he is one of those guys who jots things down things unconsciously while he’s on the phone,” Anthony says, now examining the photo himself. “This is a definite fuckup for someone who claims not to make mistakes. Either that or he wanted someone to find it.” He looks back at us with a definite smirk. “Alright, lets go in so you can replace Bolt,” he says to Gator before stepping out of the vehicle.
Reaching the hospital entrance, I can see Mom and Vanessa standing in front of the discharge desk. Making my way through the revolving door, I now see that Tyler is sitting in a wheelchair next to Vanessa.
“Is he going home?” I ask, feeling more than a little surprised. “He just got out of ICU yesterday.”
“Dr. Novacek told us he is stable, so it’s safe to take him home,” Mom says giving him a smile.
“Hey Bro!” Tyler says, giving me a wide grin that I hadn’t seen from him in years.
“Hey, Tyler,” I reply reaching out to grab his hand. “You’re looking good. Do you feel alright?”