He didn’t want her like this.
He wanted Beth willing—he wanted her to give him everything.
“Two names.” He stuck out two fingers, pushing Beth from his thoughts. “Macy Jennings and Joseph Kennar. They’re bought.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.” He glared. “Apparently, Halifax sends them ten thousand dollar deposits every couple of months to ensure good press coverage on his ‘miracle’ treatments. We need to find a way to monitor their calls and hopefully get some solid evidence of their involvement. Plus it will help us determine what Hector is up to.”
Garrett rolled up his shirt and made a note on the inside of his arm. “All right. Done. Can’t wait to can those suckers when we’re done with them.”
“Right. And there’s another interesting name near the last pages. You see it?” Landon pointed to the book Julian kept sifting through.
Julian’s brown brow raised. “Miguel Gomez?”
Landon nodded affirmatively. “That same one. Miguel Gomez a.k.a. el Milagro. He’s known for smuggling pharmaceuticals out of Mexico and to the States.”
“Ahh, so the plot thickens…” Garrett said juicily, steepling his fingers. “The black book hath spoken.”
“It has, indeed.” Landon pulled out a sheaf of papers from the top folder of his stack and passed them to Garrett. “The insurance company’s already halted some of Halifax’s payments. There have been allegations of him duplicating claims, and they’re thinking of suing.”
Garrett skimmed. “Health care fraud. How fun. That shouldn’t be too hard to prove.”
“It shouldn’t be.” Landon’s gaze shifted from one brother to the other while they both surveyed the info. “Now, if one of you gentlemen could arrange an interview with one of his assistants? The head nurse, maybe? We need her to talk, and we need her to talk dirty.”
“I’m sure Jules will have them crying mercy in a minute.”
With a cocksure smile, Julian dropped the book back on the desktop and folded his arms. “Of course.”
Landon nodded. “Tomorrow would be good. Hell, today would be even better.” He remembered his wife’s frustration over not seeing her son, and fresh determination surged through him. “I’m meeting with our lawyer at two, I need to fill him in on this development. Halifax’s been keeping the child away from her, and Beth’s anxious to see him. We need to move fast. I want to prove the good doctor isn’t fit company for an ape, much less a little boy. It would be easy to accomplish if we get the nurse to testify against him—as a character witness.”
“Consider it done,” Julian said with the assurance all Gages were known for.
“Halifax wants Beth back, Landon, you know he does.”
The quiet words struck a chord, and for a moment, Landon felt them reverberate in his body.
Frowning at the thought of her ever even considering to so much as talk to Halifax, he gazed at today’s headlines scattered over his desk.
Surprise Wedding!
Millionaire Magnate Back at the Altar.
Love in the Era of Money.
He was pleased there wasn’t hostility in any of the articles—crucial for her to get David back. But then there was that other article that irked Landon beyond normal. It contained the picture of one sick man ominously holding up his forefinger.
Halifax: “It’s not over ’til it’s over!”
“Did Garrett tell you Mom invited your wife to the range today?”
Surprised, he glanced up at his youngest brother. Julian rarely kidded around. “To the shooting range? Mom?”
“Yep. And Beth.”
Landon couldn’t help it. He threw his head back and laughed. The image of Beth, bloodthirsty and hungover, holding a rifle in those sweet little hands. Damn, it was funny. “Right. Well, then.” He shook his head in disbelief and then flicked on his monitor, determined to get to work.
“Figured out how to romance your wife yet?” Garrett asked.