SEVENTEEN
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She was cooking in the kitchen, whipping up something to take over to the hotel when Brodie came in and propped both hands on the lower part of the kitchen island. Glancing over her shoulder, she waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.
“What?” she asked, sampling the sauce one more time before she turned off the heat and went to wash her hands.
“Your CI lawyer friend sent you a message,” he said.
Snatching the towel, she dried her hands on her journey to his side. “Well?”
“He came through. We’ll have to trawl through every transaction. Tuck’s gonna come back to start trying to figure it out. Your friend doesn’t know what we’re looking for, we have to find it ourselves. It might take a while, but we’ve got the info, that’s a great start. Your lawyer buddy sa
