“How could she be involved with something like this, or the drugs, or…” She stuttered to a stop, shaking with emotion.
He frowned, saying, “You do know that these clubs aren’t in her name. Maybe they aren’t really hers.”
She grimaced. “Oh, they’re hers all right. She was just smart enough to…I don’t know what it’s called, where someone else’s name is on the papers and all. But there are documents in there that show she’s the real owner.”
Caiden nodded. “All right. We have to find someone to give these to. Let me think about it.” Of course he knew exactly who. After all, it was why he’d been given the job in the first place. It was just a case of doing it in such a way that, when the real John Hildebrand returned, he would know what had happened and agree to be the one who actually delivered the case with all its information to whomever Zander designated. How that would be arranged would be up to Zander, not Caiden