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“That’s right,” Gregory said before he looked at me. “My father used to work for both of these fine gentlemen as their bookkeeper.” He tilted his head and looked at me with more intensity. “Their legitimate bookkeeper, at least he thought so.”
“He was so good with numbers,” Frye said. “Too good.”
Aaran laughed from behind me. “You thought you could get a legitimate numbers guy to launder your money, and he wouldn’t know.”
Victora shrugged, but Frye stood up. “Allan here vouched for him, and it used to be that your word was your bond in this business.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “Please, gentlemen,” I gestured for Frye to sit down again, “Let’s leave all the convoluted psychological games you play to justify your crime and violence out of this.” I looked back to Gregory. “So your
