She’d made copies of everything, hoping that between her, Sean, and Lucy—and maybe Ryan on Skype—they could put these pieces together.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something. She glanced in the rearview mirror and a large truck was barreling down on her. She was going seventy, and she quickly flipped on her blinker and moved to the right lane.

“Jerk,” she muttered.

He immediately got behind her. She sped up, but it was too late.

He rammed her from behind and her car went out of control. The truck pushed her into the low railing, and at this speed she couldn’t stop. Her car flipped up and over the railing and the last thing she remembered was a sharp pain in her leg, then all she saw was black.

Chapter Thirty-five

“Hello, Mitch.”

Sean had tracked Mitch to a hotel in Austin. It took him a while to find his room, but when he did, Mitch didn’t try to run or explain.

“Come in,” he said, resigned.

Sean was still cautious. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out.”

“Let me help.”

Mitch sighed and waved his arm to the bed. Paper was everywhere, and at first Sean didn’t know what he was looking at. Then he realized that they were all real estate contracts.

“They’re all legal,” Mitch said. “But Harrison has been buying and selling land with no rhyme or reason.”

“It’s not the land transactions,” Sean said. “It’s where the money is coming from. You know about his underground gaming operation.”

Mitch nodded. “It was never supposed to be like this. It was a small operation, made a little money on the side. Simon was smart. Really smart. But then Harrison comes to town and it all goes to hell.”

“Simon started it?”

“They were partners. Harrison ran the Chicago operation, Simon ran the San Antonio operation. But when Harrison started getting some heat, he shut everything down and moved here. And then it went to hell.”

“Why?”

“Because he wanted more. He wanted big. He wasn’t content with the small profit they were making. I think it was his wife who was pushing him. Faith is insane. She came from nothing, put herself through law school, she’s certainly not an idiot. But you’d think they were on the verge of bankruptcy the way they expanded. More land, more money, more hidden accounts.”

“You need to take this to the FBI.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Someone killed Victoria over this. And Stan. And Denise Albright. Were they all involved?”