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.I want all the names, what they own and how much they’re worth.I want to know where they eat and what recreational activities they’re into.I want everything on their emails, website etc.I know they’re the key to all of this.You do too.And if you find out artist, lock him down.”“Wait.Are you talking court order here?”“Not yet.Snoop.I think our department can handle that.” Tony walked toward the door.“We’re good at delving into things behind closed doors.”Jonah grunted.“You didn’t ask about the club.”Stopping short, he glanced over his shoulder.“They own it?”“Lock, stock and perverted barrel, as well as all the other buildings in the surrounding area.I think they’re expanding.”“Just what we suspected.”“You bet.As you well know, the export business is pretty damn good and an excellent way to hide illegal activities.”“You checked the manifests?” Tony asked, his mind reeling.“Enough to know there’s something going on there too.”Tony sighed.This case had too much at stake, but at least all the connections were made.“Don’t just suspect, Jonah.Find out.This thing could become explosive now that the Press is grabbed onto a persona for this jerk.I want every scrap of information by the time I get back.We are taking this man down.”“What if he’s helping clean up our town, this Cold Play guy?”The statement was interesting coming from his right hand man and a decorated detective.“A criminal is a criminal, no matter what he or she think is the justification.You should know that about me by now.” As he locked eyes with Jonah, a terrible feeling crept into the pit of his stomach.What if his partner was dirty? He made a mental note to check on why his wife had left him.And as soon as he did Tony felt like a shit.****The office of Michael Simone, aka Joseph Tempora, was located in one of the most fashionable districts in Philadelphia.The area surrounded by some of the most expensive real estate in the city, the high-rise buildings were sleek in design and opulent in furnishings.Tony stood in the foyer waiting for the elevator and allowed his jaded mind to race freely.The majority of his thoughts were disjointed, filled with ugly concepts.He hated to think of even the remote possibility Jonah was a mole, working perhaps for the bad guys, but the notion remained.Any leaks were penetrable and would create issues.Tony sighed as he entered the elevator, hoping he was wrong about his suspicions.If he wasn’t, then the department was going to become unraveled.He just had to be wrong about his thoughts.He had found out Janie had left Jonah about the time he’d said, but after finding her phone number and calling her, the weirdness in her voice was akin to ear.Or worse.Something was odd.He loathed cases he couldn’t get control over, those that didn’t seem factual.The ping as he arrived at the top floor reminded him this was very real.Adjusting the collar on his suit jacket, he walked into the entrance.From what he’d read about Tempora Industries, the conglomerate was into everything from commercial real estate to advertising.The import/export portion seemed to be Mr.Tempora’s bread and butter, but the information on just what was coming in and out of the country was certainly veiled.The company actually had several well-known celebrities under contract, the commercials racy and spot on.Anyone looking from the outside would see nothing but a profitable group of businesses.Funny how he’d never paid any attention to them before now.The blond holding court behind the receptionist desk was indeed beautiful and the perfect entrance feature, at least in his mind.“Captain Dartanian for Mr.Tempora.He’s expecting me.”“Yes.This way to our conference room.” She led him down a long hallway.Opening the door, she gave him a heated look.“You can wait in here.”“Thank you.” Tony studied the expansive space and the framed pictures of what had to be building plans drew his attention.As he walked closer he could very quickly tell they were renderings of commercial space surrounding not only Sealed With a Kiss, but the nearly destroyed art gallery as well.He scanned the wall, drinking in every design.“Fascinating.”“You’re a fan of real estate, Captain?”The voice was dark and tinged with an accent Tony couldn’t decipher.He turned and was almost surprised at the gentile, yet sophisticated look of the man.Joseph had to be in his early fifties, from reading the file Jonah had collected, yet the only give away was the bit of gray at his temples.The man had no lines or wrinkles on his face.He was thin but muscular, his smile genuine, his skin a rich mocha in color.He was handsome indeed.“I relocated here when I was a teenager and I enjoy seeing the city shine again.New development always intrigues me.” The moment they shook hands he was drawn to the icy look in Joseph’s eyes.“Yes.I have been quite impressed with the city’s embrace of my architect’s designs.You have a very close knit community.”“Yes we do.You’re not from around here?”Joseph smiled.“From Detroit, but you already knew that.Didn’t you Captain? I suspect you’ve done your homework on me.”“That I have
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