Sierra bobbed her head. “Split it over several trusts, under obscure names with one thing in common. Lilium Express. Or variations like, Express Lilium, and so on.”
“Meaning?”
“It’s an orchid,” she said, turning the screen toward me. “Starlight Express orchid to be exact. Ring a bell?”
“Rowan’s diner?”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“Who’s managing these trusts?” I asked.
“That I haven’t been able to figure out yet,” she admitted. “But I will. Do you mind if I ask Rabbit to help?”
“Of course not.”
“I’m also doing a deep dive into who put that money into your account.”
“I thought that would have been the easiest thing to figure out,” I said.
“Yeah, me too.” She sighed. “I don’t like that they got access to it. I think you should change all your passwords, and maybe think about opening a new account.”
“I already changed the passwords,” I said. “You don’t really think I need to open a new account, do you?”
“Yeah, I do. I think you should switch banks altogether.” She raised an eyebrow. “Once you do, I’ll help lock it down so tight, no one will get in.”
“Jesus,” I hissed out. “Pain in the fuckin’ ass.”
“I know how much money you have in there, bud, so I know how much you have to lose. Please don’t make me chase it when I don’t have to.”
I dragged my hands over my face and groaned. “Fuck me. Yeah, I’ll do that this week.”
“You’ll do it tomorrow,” she argued. “First thing.”
I nodded and she smiled, patting my cut, right over my heart. “Proud of you.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I retorted, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “I’m gonna grab a shower then head back over to the diner. Let me know if you find out anything else.”
“I will,” she promised.
I had just stepped out of the shower when my phone rang. It was a restricted number and I debated ignoring it, but against my better judgment, answered it anyway. “Yeah?”
“Mr. Faulkner. Stanley Mortar.”
“How the fuck did you get this number?”
“That’s not important. Have you given any further thought to my proposal?”
I scowled. “Don’t have to, I already told you, I’m not your guy.”
“I think you fail to understand how much it would benefit me if this matter was dealt with by a professional such as yourself. How much it would benefit us both.”
“This is the last time I’m gonna tell you. I don’t do the kind of work you’re lookin’ for.”
“That’s precisely why I want to hire you,” Stanley continued. “The job itself is light lifting. I just need someone dependable and discreet. Knowing what I know of you, you fit the bill to a T.”
“Well, you can shove that T up your ass, and you don’t know jack shit about me,” I hissed. “Don’t contact me again or you’ll find out exactly what Iamcapable of.”
I hung up and blocked his number. I hoped that would get Stanley off my back but knew he’d more than likely just hire someone else to kill Rowan. Hell, maybe he’d even try to take me out simply because of what I knew.