Dani put her hand on his forearm. “We wondered why whoever set up the companies would lay it out so plainly. Anyone who took the time to unwind them would know that Laurel was gone and that someone was going for revenge. But now I can see that this was all for you, Grant. It was a code, so that you’d know what he’d done. So that you’d know where Laurel rested.”

“Because he didn’t think he’d come back to tell me himself.” Grant was openly weeping now, his head in his hands. “Oh my God. Goddamn you, Wesley.”

Diesel waited until Grant’s weeping ceased and the man had dried his eyes. “I’m glad that we know why he set up the companies the way he did, but we still have questions.”

“Lots of questions,” Deacon added quietly. “But we can take another few minutes if you need a break.”

Grant straightened his spine. “No, I’m okay. Go ahead.”

Grant was not okay, Diesel thought, but he nodded anyway. “Wesley may have set all this up as bread crumbs for you to follow, but he had the company financed very well. I thought at the beginning that John Brewer had a gambling problem, and that’s been confirmed. He needed a stake to continue gambling and put up his house. I figured that whoever established LJM was using the business to prove they were financially solvent enough to gamble for Brewer’s house. That they had a sufficient stake to get into the game. But LJM was worth a million dollars. That was real money. Where did Wesley get it?”

Grant sighed. “I got worried on Saturday. His partner said that he’d taken vacation days, but hadn’t come back. Wesley had a drinking problem before Laurel disappeared. Afterward . . . Well, he had to go to rehab. At least that’s where he said he was. I don’t know anything for sure now.” He mopped his face and blew his nose. “Anyway, when I heard he’d gone AWOL, I went to his apartment. And opened his safe. The combination was Laurel’s birthday.” He glanced at Dani. “That the companies were a message to me is consistent with all the other clues he left, leading me to this.” He patted the green leather book.

“What was in the safe?” Adam asked.

“Money. A lot of money. Five hundred thousand dollars.”

“Holy shit,” Scarlett muttered.

“That’s what I said,” Grant said numbly. “And . . . a brick of heroin.”

More heroin, Diesel thought grimly, stealing a glance at Dani only to find she was glancing at him. He gave a minute shake of his head, hoping she understood not to mention the photo from Richard’s secret database of Wesley holding the heroin. Her slight eye-roll was his answer. Of course she wouldn’t tell.

Adam whistled quietly. “That’d fund LJM nicely. Where’d he get it?”