Chapter 6
I arrived home and sat in the backyard in deep thought. “Who would want to kill Alex if not G.S.I.? Undoubtedly, the evidence had to mean more than the police think it does. If not, why was I pursued? Then I realized if it did, I was still being sought.” Going to the police bought me some time. I couldn’t disappear now; they will have to execute plan B.
It was time for my own plan B. I would call Tom Cox. Tom was a good friend and an investment adviser. He only accepts clients with five million dollars and more to invest. I would go back to the bank, get the evidence and make more copies, one for Tom and one for the S.E.C.
“Hello?”
“Tom, it’s Jim Miller, I need to see you.”
“Jim, I have been meaning to call and check on you and see how you have been coping. How about lunch t
