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“Brad, let’s do this.”
*****
“You knew?”
Merrick marveled that he was able to pour the drink without his hand shaking. Right now, the woman he loved was tearing his company apart, looking for evidence that he was funneling illegal drugs through the company.
“I did, yes.” He turned to offer his brother a glass of scotch. “I found out yesterday.”
“And you never said a word.” He shot an accusing look at his brother as he took the glass.
“We have nothing to worry about or do we?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means my investigation into Margo had me thinking and I did some digging of my own.” He sat on the edge of his desk and stared at his brother. “Jason.”
Maurice stiffened. “What about him?”
“He’s using.”
“That’s not…”
“Stop. You knew he was not going to rehab as mandated and never said a word.”
“You were the one who brought a cop into our home, our family…”
“And it would not have happened if there wasn’t suspicion in the first place,” Merrick interrupted him icily. “The question is this: is he just using or distributing?”
“How could you…”
“The police are here armed with warrants for the company and our homes and considering that I am a lawyer and a damn good one at that, it means they have enough to get the warrant in the first place.”
“Our home?” Maurice blanched. “We can block that…”
“No, we can’t. Where is Jason?”
“He’s…” Maurice lowered himself in the chair heavily. “He has not been in since yesterday.”
“Call him.”
“I tried and he’s not picking up.”
Merrick gave him a hard calculating glance. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing!” He bit his lip and settled back in the chair, a look of abject misery on his face. “He’s my son, your nephew…”
“And if he’s responsible for the death of those people, I am stepping back.”
“He wouldn’t.”
“Let’s hope so. Keep calling until you get him.”
*****
“You bitch!” Janey screamed and would have launched herself at Margo, if the cops near her had not grabbed her. Margo wished they had allowed the woman to come at her. She was feeling mad enough to justify knocking her on her pretentious ass.
“We found the mother lode in your son’s room. You might want to call your fancy lawyers. We’re issuing a warrant for his arrest.”