"I really do hope that helps. He's been a horrible person to me but stealing this money from all those people just takes the cake," Kenna offered a smile to him. "Thanks for the food. It will help on the ride back."
She gathered it all up. He seemed like such an honest, hardworking guy with good lucks. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Maybe we could use it to raise money for this pension fund. We are going to lose people that will have nothing even if we fix this. Two for one I guess...he shouldn't have fled if he didn't want to keep his shit," Nate shrugged and glanced to Heather. "Are you up to helping set up a guest list for a party?"
Jesse tried to remember back to that event. Truthfully, he couldn't remember a lot of the event itself, mostly because he had stolen away with one of the blondes that were presenting the items. "I remember something like that," he replied, folding his hands, "Not sure if any amount of good press will help us, but it's worth a try. I'm sure our old man won't mind us using some of his many expensive things. I'll also call some people to donate something and to convince them to come." He was just more charming than Nate, but that wasn't hard since he was often drunk.
Jackson watched the blonde. She sure was hell bent on getting out of this mess, but then again few people reveled in it. "We will look into it," he promised with a nod, "Thank you, Ms. McGuire. I think we are done for now. I'll contact you in case we have more questions or to keep you updated." That would hardly be a punishment.
Getting up, he did pause for a moment. "The man that escorted you here earlier... Jesse Barlow, perhaps you should stay away from him," he found himself saying. Sure, he was wrapped up in that whole mess, but at the same time he couldn't deny a part of him didn't like the idea of her being with a man like that. After all, Jesse's infamy was well known.
"Do you remember the time when she came to a...family auction for charity to try and get that diamond necklace wearing that lace dress? I think something like that might work and gain good press. I can set it up today."
Nate didn't have the mind to pull as many strings as Jesse did but when not drying up had a social prowess. He tried to not fixate on the brotherly bonding here.
Kenna took the paper with the e-mail and corrected what was wrong. She added dates to the side.
"That's the dates that lead up to him going to spam. It'll be in my deleted foldet that's saved on the server. And..." Kenna scribbled the address of her mom's real address and number. "And my mom's real address, she'll remember the details."
She really was something. She was sharp and smart, not to mention beautiful. "I will agree that it makes no sense, but we do need to follow every lead," Jackson told her, "But no further questions right now, thank you."
He did arch a brow at her words. "I do believe that you should let a professional handle that. It would only cause more trouble for you and us," he said carefully, feeling she did have a bone to pick with her dad.
If there was one weakness that Jesse had, it was his mother. He would do anything for her and Nate knew that. "If she is as smart as we say she is why would she fall for our trap?" he simply asked, looking to Nate, "Then she would likely assume we find the papers and do something?
Still, he sat back thoughtfully. Perhaps... "It might work if we have her believe our father is reaching out," he said thoughtfully, though even that was on shaky grounds.
"Then look at the other e-mails. It doesn't make any sense. He was a chairman but only now paid this money when he paid his child support when I was sixteen. So, any real questions or evidence?" Kenna leaned forward. She needed more coffee than this to deal with this crap.
"I wanted to see for myself about my dad and theirs. I won't let him ruin my life."
"I don't want your mom to suffer any more than you do. We don't get along but I love her..." Nate folded his hands over each other. "So, why don't we spring some thing on her in a fancy way?"
It couldn't be ruled out that that this other woman was a part of it.
Jesse only gave a curt nod as the woman poured him a cup of coffee. He was still irritated that Nate didn't seem to care about Kenna's fate. However, he did take the papers to look at them. "With the way it looks I would say well placed. Seems too easy to spot for it to be a charge," he said thoughtfully before arching a brow, "Is that your way of saying you want to work with me?" That was a first.
Jackson listened to her explain this. He nodded softly. "I understand, Ms. Mcguire, but I do hope you understand that we are still forced to investigate this and the other emails," he explained, "Would you be willing to cooperate with us?" Of course, he would still have to take everything with a grain of salt. "What is your relation with Mr. Barlow?" he couldn't help asking, mostly because that guy acted like she was his property.
Nate didn't offer a blonde comment only frowned at that. "Coffee?"
He found the stack of papers and handed it to him. "Amateur charges...or well-placed ones. It seems like a good trail and using someone else as a distraction. So, we'll...have to do something about this bitch."
Working with Jesse, a new strange.
Kenna looked over the e-mail they had found and was kind enough to let her see while she munched on the fruit.
"I don't think he didn't write this. He doesn't even remember when my birthday is but says he sent birthday cards. He sent other e-mails which is why I put him in the spam folder," she said looking up to him with clear eyes. "I won't lie when I say I hate him but I have better things to do with my life than screw him over. He does that just fine on own."
Heather arched her brow. She didn't want to imagine how it felt like to know your father had committed a crime and left you to figure stuff out and in the worst case take the fall. "I'm sorry," she said softly. With some food and coffee in her body, she was starting to feel more human.
Soon Jesse appeared, clearly in a foul mood. "So you think the sugar baby is in on it?" he asked, paging through the papers, "Oh yeah, Kenna was asked by the feds. Something about emails." God, he hated that Agent Hughes.
Jackson nodded understanding. "I'm sorry for calling you in so early. I hope you understand that these investigations are serious and that time is of the essence," he apologized genuinely.
Opening a folder, he looked to her. "Indeed. An email from your father in the spam folder. In it he hints at several conversations you had and that this is your part of the money. He apologized for not having met you earlier," he summarized, looking to her, "This differs greatly from what you said." He couldn't help looking at her. She was stunning.
"I know he did," Nate frowned.
With coffee and food in his system he glanced to him with a thin smile. He didn't know exactly what he was doing with looking into this himself. When Jesse joined them he almost felt relief wash through him.
"This is what we've found...three more boxes to go," Nate rubbed his temple.
"I'll be fine," she nodded to Jesse. She didn't want to seem as if she was helping them or not.
When Jackson came back with food she smiled. "Thanks, I work nights so usually I'm asleep right now." She picked at the fruit though it did nothing for her stomach. The anxiety still bubbled there.
"You found something...in my e-mails..."
"Then McGuire, sorry for the mistake," Jackson said as he led her to the conference room, Jesse following close behind, "Do you want him to come along?" It didn't feel like she wanted his company here.
Hearing what she said, he looked to her, gesturing towards the table, "Just a minute." He wouldn't question someone without having eaten. Going to the sparse kitchen, he got some coffee, some fruit and a sandwich from a machine that he had to pay for. Coming back, he placed the things before her. "It's not much, but hopefully it will be enough for now," he told her with a soft smile as he sat down opposite of her.
Heather nodded. "That's good. I think we can both use some breakfast," she agreed with a nod, "Probably." This was a lot of work and she wasn't sure if she considered his father innocent. "Do... You really think he did it?" she asked carefully, not sure, if she wanted to know the answer.
"McGuire. I changed my last name to my grandma's a few months ago," Kenna followed after her still on the lookout for food. She really needed to eat before walking into strange buildings.
"This won't take too long, will it? I didn't have breakfast."
After finalising everything Nate pressed order and smiled. "It will be here in fifteen minutes. A coffee break might be a good thing about now while we wait on Jesse. It must be freezing in hell right now."
It was indeed freezing in hell and he didn't know if he could handle it
Heather listened as he ordered his thoughts. "So she might be an evil genius that plausible even instigated all this?" she concluded, thoughtfully, "It's possible. No one would have ever suspected her." There was something damn attractive to seeing him this excited.
At the mention of breakfast her stomach growled softly. She had been so preoccupied with getting here on time that she hadn't really eaten yet. "Breakfast would be great," she agreed, "Then I will check out the next box while you order."
Fighting crime was a calling for Jackson. He couldn't stand seeing people being hurt so that other people could gain from it. Especially people like from that company. Stepping out of the conference room, he spotted a beautiful blonde debating with one of the sons, who was saying something about how it wasn't about having anything to hide, but instead about protection. He moved over to them as he held out his hand to the blonde. "You must be Ms. Blake. Jackson Hughes. Please, follow me," he said as he could feel Jesse's gaze on him.
"She's gotta be more than a curte accesory...that makes a lot of newbie mistakes- or good ones. Alright...maybe some breakfast, too, if you don't mind." Nate rubbed his temple. His head hurt but he felt more clear than he had in weeks.
"Just two more boxes to go. I'll order some breakfast for us."
"I'm not using a lawyer. I've got nothing to hide. Just giving you a heads up." Kenna said running a hand through her hair. She barely fought the yawn when the door opened to one agents stepping out of the room.
There better be food in there. She was starved.
Jesse hit the steering wheel with a growl. "So either our dearest father gave her a cut of the money to get over his loss or she's in on it and more than just a cute accessory," he concluded with a sigh, "Listen, I'm currently on some other business, but as soon as this is settled I'll be there." With that he hung up and steered his car onto the parking lot of the FBI, parking right in front of the building.
Walking into the building, he quickly found Kenna. "Good, you waited my lawyer will be here any minute," he told her
Heather watched Nate on the phone with a sigh. This only seemed to be getting worse. At this rate it was likely the company would self implode.
"That bitch, Anna Criswell, the sugar baby. I've found more purchases for her and I'm thinking there's a link between the novice mistake of a plane. I think we need to look at this together," Nate said wondering why he was doing this. Jesse would know what to do about Anna while he figured out the ongoings.
"I don't want her to suffer, either before more is gone."
Kenna drank the coffee in the waiting area wondering why she told Jesse in the first place. Her e-mail. She was lucky she didn't use social media, then. She needed more than just coffee for this hungover feeling.
Tonight. Pool and darts. And then maybe a few drinks...forget everything.
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