Chapters (35)
- The Devil Incarnate
- Praise for the Cain Casey Saga
- Praise for Ali Vali
- By the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- About the Author
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“Fin, you have anything on that?” she asked, knowing Finley kept a copy of the case she’d been working. Maybe Linda wasn’t the only one who’d lead them to the answers she needed, and Abigail had found another way in.
“I’m going to have to check my laptop, but that name sounds familiar. The best way to get all the information is going to be talking to my old boss, but I’ll hold off as long as I can. I’m not ready to give him a complete review of what I’ve been doing since I left. The files I turned over have surely been updated by now, and there’s no way for me to access that information.” Finley typed something into her phone. “I doubt they’ve made much progress aside from closing down the businesses they know about. With David Eaton and the evil twins gone, I doubt there was much to find at any of those clubs. That leaves the rest of the pecking order and how that’s fallen out with the two top guys gone,” Finley said.
“The family has a definite pecking order,” Cain said, “and there’s no way to know how it got reshuffled once Nicola supposedly died, and then David Eaton and his wife were killed. They were the top of the totem pole. The only way to know how the power structure got scrambled is to talk to someone inside. That’s never going to happen unless you torture it out of someone, and even then I don’t know if you’ll ever know the complete truth.” Cain spoke what she saw as the truth.
“I wish I knew more to help you,” Abigail said.
“We’ll get there, but there was a reason they were so successful for so long.” Everyone stared at Cain as if she was giving an interesting lecture.
“What do you mean?” Abigail asked.
“It was a family business. That part I think the FBI got right, but it was run in pieces and not as a whole. I can’t know that for sure, but for a business like this to be successful, you have to keep it as simple as possible to keep your risks low. Each player knew only their little piece, and the only ones who knew the entire game board were David Eaton and his wife along with his children. That makes Finley right—if we find someone who’ll talk to us, they’ll only know their little piece.”
“That’s what makes Linda Bender so important,” Finley said.