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“So, back to the construction case. The daughter rang your bell?” Tony asked.
“Yep.”
“Want me to help dig?”
“Sure. With your help, it will be easy to dig for hidden accounts. But you should also take the time to enjoy yourself while you’re here. Speaking of, how long you guys planning to stay?”
“A couple of days. We were going to check in at the resort,” Tony began. The wide grin spreading across his face made Trinity’s stomach sink. “But we’ve decided we’re going to stay here with you instead.”
“Fucking hell,” Jackson muttered. “Don’t you think you should ask first?”
“Family doesn’t need to ask.” Finn leaned forward. “But that reminds me, I do have a very important question for you, Jackson.”
“Okay…”
“Does the ménage thing only work with two men and a woman, or can I go find me a couple of lovely ladies while I’m here?”
Jackson had to laugh at that.
A few days of Trinity’s friends visiting might be all his island could take.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Trinity stood in the walk-in closet of the guest bedroom dressed in nothing but a black thong and stared at her selection of dresses. Both her men had gawked at the amount of clothes she had unpacked over the last few days, but hell, she loved clothes.
And shoes.
She fucking loved shoes.
Truthfully, she had taken over the entire bedroom as her closet, but she wasn’t the only one with a lot of stuff. Maxwell’s assistant in London had shipped out some of his things. He had more suits and shoes than any man she’d ever seen, but since he looked damn good in them, she wasn’t about to complain.
Jackson told them he wanted to tear down the wall between the rooms to make the former bedroom a huge closet for the three of them. The massive wardrobe he could deal with, but he’d been a little distressed when Trinity had started unloading her collection of weapons. As a cop, he wasn’t comfortable with having that made unregistered guns in the house, but they had compromised by agreeing to make a secured room to store them in.
They had decided that Jackson’s former playroom would make the perfect weapons storage and panic room once they redesigned it and reinforced the walls. Tony and Finn had been a big help with planning that. Having them around was both entertaining and frustrating. For two men who had sworn they were there to enjoy a little fun in the sun, they had done everything possible to cockblock Trinity as often as they could. It was uncanny how every time Trinity cuddled up to either Jackson or Maxwell, her two friends would show up.
Tony and Finn were loud, adventurous, and full of life. Mixed with Trinity, it was an explosive combination. Jackson had been able to escape the chaos when he went to work, but Maxwell wasn’t so lucky. He was both fascinated and horrified by the way the IAD agents interacted, but overall, even he had enjoyed their visit.
It was only during the late hours of the night when Finn and Tony went to bed that Trinity was able to have any quiet time with her guys. And by then, they were usually so tired they only had the strength to make love without the crazy, kinky shit they wanted to explore more.
She would have been angry, but she knew that their interference was her friends’ way of making sure she was happy with her decision to stay on the island. Tony and Finn would be informing all her other friends that she was content with her new life, but only after they made sure of it themselves. Spending time with Jackson, Maxwell, and Trinity was the only way to confirm they were serious about her.
Having Tony around for a few days was a big help in tracking financials and doing background research. They had located a hidden account in the Cayman Islands listed under Alan B. Caesar and linked it to Alan Browning. He had used his mother’s maiden name, not that the money in the account would be of any use to the dead man. And the man had way more money in the account than was taken from just the new resort construction. It was proof that he had been skimming from all the projects he had worked on over the past several months.
Besides his screwy sense of humor, Finn was also a financial wizard who had helped track down the real issue going on with Riviera Construction. There were several large transfers of money that had been listed as down payments from a Zafiro Corporation for the construction of buildings that had never actually been built. Something always seemed to go wrong, and the money was refunded to the corporation.
It was the perfect way to launder dirty money.
And that upped the stakes.
The transactions had been hidden in the corporate accounts, but Trinity, Tony, and Finn traced these types of payments going back over the last three years. Someone had tried to delete all traces of the previous transactions, but the agents were good at finding information that people didn’t want found.
Only this time, Alan Browning had skimmed off the account before it could be paid back in full. Someone had paid it back anyway. Money had been deposited into the corporate account just in time for the payment to be released back to the Zafiro Corporation. So, an insider had obviously figured out Browning was skimming.
And he had died for that betrayal.
They also discovered that Alice Jensen, the accounts manager who handled the Zafiro Corporation at Riviera Construction, had gone missing one week ago. That was the same night someone had broken into her hotel room. Since Billy Jensen, the security guard Trinity had first met at the construction site, was the brother of the account manager, the ties between the players began to make sense. Billy was also MIA, which meant someone was obviously cleaning house.
After doing a deep trace of the Zafiro Corporation, they learned that it was a shell company. There was lots of cash floating through, making it look successful on paper, but there were no actual completed projects to be found. The ties to the real corporation were buried deep. It would take time to work it out, but they would.