Calculated in Death

there are plenty of other ways, more complex, and more profitable to pump up the profits. Set up a loan company, for instance, which I expect to find. The client takes out the loan to purchase the property. Then you diddle with the loan, make some on that, the property turns out, when legitimately assessed, to be worth a fraction of that loan. If you keep it small, a few thousand here and there so the IRS doesn’t take note, you can draw cash out of those loan accounts—wash it, and it appears clean. If and when the client defaults on the loan as he’s in deeper than the value, you also have the land.”
    She listened as she ate. “It seems like a hell of a lot of work. And it seems like you could make the money just doing it legitimately.”
    “That doesn’t factor in the thrill, the greed—there’d be skimming and circling around the tax codes—and the enjoyment some have from screwing over others.”
    “Get rich quick is usually a scam and always for suckers.”
    “And there’s never a shortage of suckers,” Roarke pointed out. “I expect the bulk of the clientele falls into two categories. The naive, novice investor, and the overconfident who believes he can con the cons.”
    “Did you ever run this sort of thing?”
    “I’ve enjoyed the feel and scent of freshly laundered money.” He smiled as he topped off their coffee. “Lieutenant. But not the real estate scams. I could have,” he considered. “But I liked the game on its level playing field. And I’m good at it. I liked to steal. It’s hard to apologize, even to a cop, for having an aptitude and affection for the illegal. I stole to survive at first, but there’s no question I developed a taste for it. But the con? Not as much. And now.”
    He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I enjoy putting my talents to your use. Which I’ll do today. I have some of my own to see to, but I believe I can do that from home. Then I’ll see what I see with all this two and two makes four.”
    “I may break Parzarri down. He’s hurt, and I could use some of this if I have to for pressure.”
    “You’ve got enough to bring Alexander in on the fraud. What I have already paints a picture.”
    “Maybe, but I don’t want him on fraud. It’s a good lever, but I want him on murder. I want them all. Conspiracy to murder, murder for hire. If I push on the fraud straight off, he could cover and the feds are going to come swooping down on me. They won’t care about Dickenson as much as busting up a big-ass land fraud operation with a hefty side of money laundering and tax evasion. I’d rather he thinks he’s getting away with that end, keep him worried about me on murder.”
    “He could try for you again.”
    “He could. He’s probably stupid enough. I have my magic coat. Don’t worry,” she said because she knew he did. “He couldn’t take me before, and I have to admit I wasn’t expecting it. Now I am. His trigger has to be on his payroll somewhere. I don’t think he’s quite stupid enough to have tagged Thugs ‘R’ Us.”
    “They do sell an inferior product.”
    “I couldn’t find the fucker on a search through employees, but he’s there. I’m going to pass it to Feeney for a matchup. I’m still betting former cop or military. He’ll pop sooner or later. But the auditor’s priority.”
    She rose to dress.
    “If I manage to get my own done, and solidify any of yours, I’ll come in to Central to fill you in.”
    “Okay with me, but you might want to tag me first. I may be out in the field.”
    “I’ll find you.”
    When she strapped on her weapon harness, pulled a jacket over it, he stretched out on the sofa with his tablet, and the pudgy cat sprawled over his feet.
    If you didn’t know better, she thought, you’d see a man completely at his leisure.
    Then again, the way he approached the work, that wasn’t far off.
    “Is that how you work?”
    “For the next twenty minutes.” He looked up at her, smiled, crooked his finger.
    She leaned down, easing in for a kiss.
    “I meant to tell you, I’ve arranged an after-premiere party at Around the Park.”
    Her eyes went to slits. “You waited to tell me until I’m damn near out the door so I couldn’t complain.”
    “Isn’t it a testament to our relationship, how well we know and understand each other?”
    “I’ll give you a testament,” she muttered, and started out.
    “Mind the exploding babies,” he called after her, and heard her