Chapter Eighteen
Natalie gawks at me, unblinking, for a full ten seconds before she finally speaks. “Sandford Gaines? Are you shitting me right now?”
I shake my head.
“You are telling me that Senator Marsh’s lifelong friend and counsel is the man who is draining his own charity’s bank account?”
I nod.
A determined glint appears in her eyes. “Don’t get my hopes up, Bax. We still have to prove malfeasance. How sure are you that the signature you saw belonged to Gaines?”
I think back to the flash. Chrissy only saw Gaines’ name for two, maybe three seconds, but it was enough. “About ninety percent.”
Her trademark scowl reappears. “So why not take another pass at the phone and make it a hundred?”
I avert my gaze and sigh. “Have you ever seen someone die, Detective?”
“Actually, I have.”
