“Jesus fucking Christ! A hit?” Curt shouted once Alexa had
finished going over what she and Gavin uncovered at the Gala. “Are you sure?”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense,” Alexa answered. “Michael
West is a fall guy. I’m betting that if we look into his finances or those of
his closest relatives, we’ll find the payoff.”
“Fuck!” He continued pacing, burning holes in his hundred-dollar Rockports. “Why? Who would want the Commissioner dead?”
“Well,” Alexa glanced over at Gavin, seeking permission
before she continued. He nodded and she released a deep breath. “The
information was in a folder sitting in the Governor’s office.”
