Page 47 of Risky Obsession

I owned two properties though, this place was probably worth two million, but with all the security I’d installed, including underground escape tunnels, and the fact that it was built in the middle of fucking nowhere, selling this fortified home would attract attentionthat I did not want. And now that my ten-million-dollar mansion on Amber Island was reduced to rubble, I could kiss goodbye to getting a return on that asset.

Why hadn’t I invested in shares or bonds?

All these years I’d been saving my cash, and now it was gone. And if Beatrice kept charging me for intel like she was, then I’ll have nothing left for all my fucking hard work.

I should have demanded more money from Frank Morgan and that evil bastard, Chui. Thank Christ they were both dead. Maybe I should have Beatrice killed. Then I could take control of everything.

I heaved a sigh. I couldn’t even do that. While I knew about the flow of money and the names of every single bastard in Chui and Frank’s empires, I had no idea of the logistics behind the drugs or laundering businesses.

I hated that I didn’t see that flaw in my knowledge until it was too late.

Now the wrinkly old bitch and I were tied at the hip. I’d gone from being controlled by Frank Morgan and Chui, to partnering with a sixty-year-old cow who hated men to her core.

I didn’t know which was worse.

My computer dinged. I sprinted to my desk and opened B’s message on our darknet chat.

My gaze snagged on the word Berlin. Frowning, I read the information properly.

Lacey Brooks was taken off duty because of her injuries.

She was ordered by Aria Morgan to go to Berlin with Kane Devlin.

“Who?” Scowling, I copied Kane Devlin’s name into a few dark web sites, then returned to B’s information.

Lacey is working undercover as Tory Parmenter.

B advised that Lacey was provided with a phone, and she detailed the cell IMEI number. I shook my head. Whoever B’s contact was, they had access to some critical intel.

Brooks and Devlin were sent to Berlin. Expected to return in a month.

A month! What the hell?

I entered Kane Devlin’s name into Google. Treasure hunter and antiquities dealer.

I sat forward. Could their trip to Germany have anything to do with Goering’s gold?

I bet it fucking does.

Using an encryption service, I typed Lacey’s phone IMEI number into my location services database. “Let’s see where you are.”

The coordinates jumped around a bit before it drilled in on a small town in Germany.

“Templin,” I muttered. “What’s the attraction in Templin?”

Nothing stood out when I typed the name into Google, so I used Google Maps to search the area. My breath caught.

“Carinhall. They are going after the missing gold.”

Interesting.

I’d been tapping into Chui’s and Frank Morgan’s conversations for years. Most of their communication was cryptic bullshit that I had no hope of deciphering, but I’d known about the five hundred bars of Goering gold for decades.

Additional details had been provided by the documentary about the gold that Aria and her team found. That documentary was released after both Chui and Morgan were dead. I had gone back through the phone conversations and was able to piece together a bit more information.

One hundred bars of Goering gold were yet to be recovered. And now there was a treasure hunter and a cop working together to find it.

I checked real-time data on an encrypted site to see if any text messages had been sent or received on Lacey’s phone. I found three, including an outbound text confirming my assumption that they’d been to Carinhall.