“United Russia.”
“Keep talking.”
Afraid that if Flatley hit Sofia again, she might not be able to withstand the injury he’d cause, Malin continued.
“What else do you want to know?”
“What did United Russia get in exchange for their money?”
“The president pushed the Treasury to let UR convert $5.7 billion of funds held in an offshore account from dollars into rubles.”
Flatley paced back and forth in front of her. “What kind of proof do you have that any of this really happened, Special Agent Kilbourne?”
“I don’t.”
He stopped and studied her.
“Who does?”
“The attorney general.”
Flatley smiled.
Malin blinked but didn’t dare close her eyes. Right there, that was the proof she’d needed. The only question left unanswered had been whether the president’s two-term attorney general was in on it.
Flatley pulled out his phone. “We’re done here,” she heard him say.
—:—
“He got it,” said Doc.
“All of it?” asked Gunner.
“Every word.”
“Who’s in there?” asked Dutch.
“Malin, Flatley, and an unnamed woman. My guess is that it may be Descanso.”
“Where’s Onyx?”
“Westside. Why?”
“Descanso.”
Doc nodded.
While his father had continued to monitor the conversation between Flatley and Malin, Doc had drawn out a map of who would go in where.
Burns Butler wasn’t just a technological wizard who had wired every corner of the wine caves both for audio and visual monitoring, the construction had taken three times as long as had originally been quoted since he’d insisted on several entrances and exits to be worked into the design.
“You’re sure Flatley doesn’t have any backup?” asked Razor.
Doc repeated his question through the mic.
“Burns reports there is no other activity inside the caves. However, Flatley may have someone on the outside who he just made contact with.”
“On it,” said Gunner moving out with Razor. To where, Dutch didn’t know.