“How difficult would it be to replace the DA in my city? If, for example, I gave you evidence of them ignoring intel that could land a very influential family behind bars for insider trading?”
“I could have it done within a day. What family are wehypotheticallytalking about here?” Victor asks.
“The Levines.”
“Always fucking hated those assholes. Is this evidence iron clad? Because they’re going to have the best defense attorney money can buy.”
“Their assets will be frozen upon investigation,” I reply. “And the evidence is solid.” I made sure every T was crossed. It was easy once the Levines took my bait. Did exactly what I thought they’d do with their stocks. Stupid bastards. I don’t tell him that there won’t be any funds left for that family to hire anyone.
“If the DA won’t prosecute, call me back. I’ll have him replaced within a day with someone who will,” Victor says. The call goes dead.
I look across the desk while lifting a challenging brow. “Do you need any further encouragement?”
“No, Mr. Westmead. I’ll get it done.”
“Good, make sure you do. And give me a heads up on when you plan on making the arrest,” I say.
“Why?”
“So I can have my popcorn ready.” I smirk. I need to make sure that’s the day I also wipe the Levines’ accounts. I know their assets will be frozen, but I want them completely destitute.
And when they’re at their lowest, when they have nothing and are facing the rest of their lives behind bars, that’s when I’ll swoop in with an offer to buy out their companies. They won’t be able to refuse. It will be a shit offer, and nothing near market value, but they’ll be desperate for the cash flow by that time.
I leave the DA’s office in a better mood. As soon as I’m in my car, I put a call through to Logan Carnegie, using the encryptedapp I have that eliminates the chance of anyone listening in. I have no doubt tonight’s meeting is to induct him.
“Westmead,” Logan answers.
“You get the message about tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“You get the tape done?”
“I did. She was a fucking talker too, man. Good mouth on her, that one.” He chuckles.
“Spare me the details.” I do not need to know how Mrs. Van Baron sucks dick. “Levine will be handled within the week. We keep this shit on lockdown until then. That’s when we hit the media with it. Two of America’s finest families wrapped up in scandals within days of each other. The media will go nuts.” I smile at the thought. I can already see how crazy Van Baron is going to go at seeing his wife leak his dirty, sordid secrets while she sucks another man’s dick.
“I hope for both our sakes this plan of yours works, Westmead,” Logan says.
“It’ll work.”
“They haven’t hit Wickenshem yet. You think they’ve got him scared and siding with them?” Logan asks.
“I’m sure he’s fucking pissing his pants. But he was already on their side. They all voted to take out the current underworld bosses. Why the fuck these old fuckers want to play at being mobsters, I have no idea. But I do know, if they take out any of the current leaders, there is no way the De La Sangre Cartel is going to sell product to them anyway.”
“How do you know that?”
“They’re a close-knit family, that one. I know Lopez well enough to know if you attack any of them, he will come for you. He’ll wipe out your entire bloodline, not just you,” I say.
“It’s not smart to fuck with the cartel. I did tell my father that when he mentioned it to me a few months back.”
“What did he say?” I ask.
“Just mentioned the idea the other old farts were throwing around, about taking over the Strip. It’s not just the drugs they want. They want the casinos,” Logan says.
Jazzy’s casino. Like fuck are they getting anywhere near her business. Technically, it’s her father’s, but she is going to be running that place before long. I know she is.
“See you tonight,” I reply before cutting the call.