I thought for a minute, and called Benny first.
"What's going on?"
"A major shitstorm, that's what. I've had the cops up my ass, your boss up my ass, and people I've never heard of calling and threatening me. These guys sound serious, brother."
"What did you tell them?"
I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Not a damn thing. What was I gonna tell them? Yeah, I broke in and left six hundred G's laying there? The only reason they were talking to me is because it had my M.O. all over it, that, and my connection to you. That would have led to a whole new round of questions, questions I didn't have answers to. I did tell them that for a small fee I'd consult, try to figure out the guy's MO. That made the cops hang up, but not your boss. He said he'd pay. I told him to kiss my ass, he wasn't dragging me into the shit he was obviously up to his balls in. Have you talked to him yet?"
"No. I just got back from a four day backpacking vacation with my girlfriend. This is the first I've heard of all or this."
Sharon was holding my hand, and squeezed it when I said 'girlfriend'.
"Well, if it's the girl you were doing this for, tell her to be really, really careful. And be really, really, unavailable to answer questions. All right?"
"I hear you. Gotta go, there are more calls to answer."
Sharon had called Jasmine, and told her we had been together for the last four days. When she screamed Sharon put it on speaker phone. "Hi, guys! I owe you. A lot. I took what ya'll said to heart and called my honey back, begging him to give me a second chance. I've never had better makeup sex in my life. He's ready to put a rock on my finger, but I told him to wait until we'd lived together for at least six months. Then, if I haven't disappointed him, I'd say yes to any question he wanted to ask.
"Oh, and I've retired. I'm completely out of the adult entertainment business in any capacity as of last Saturday. I work for Tom now. He has a job for you, too, honey. It's not as much money, but no one will be grabbing your ass, except Dark Handsome, of course. Is he as pretty naked is he is in clothes?"
"Even prettier. I'll send you a picture."
"What!?"
She laughed at my expression. "I'm kidding, honey, but I expect to have some in the near future. Tell Tom I'll take the job. I'll go back to the club and tell them, I owe them that. They were pretty good to me, and I'll miss the people, but not the job. I'll be over this afternoon, and you can fill me in."
She sat back, worry in her eyes. "You gonna be okay?"
"I think so. I may not see you for a few days, to let this cool down. Thanks to me and Benny, there is no paper or electronic trail that leads to you. We're going Nixon on their ass, honey. We've destroyed the evidence, and now we deny everything. I will anyway. I will do my absolute best to shield you from any harm. Now, let me call the cops."
I called Benson first. "What the hell is going on, brother? I just got back from a mini-vacation, out of the loop for four days, and when I come back everybody wants me. What is up with that?"
"You haven't heard? Somebody sent us a laptop. A laptop that held a lot of surprises. The cops on the case re-searched Joe's office, and found two safes. One was empty, and one had 500 grand in it. There was also a filing cabinet full of records about his business. Something doesn't add up, Dirk. He was spending way more money than he was making, and he had all that cash stuffed into a safe."
"Well, it's all news to me. Why do they want to talk to me?"
"No clue, brother, but have your ducks in a row and watch your ass."
I relayed everything Benson had told me to Sharon. She listened closely, then asked the 100,000 dollar question. "Where did the rest of the money go?"
I shrugged. "No clue. Someone may have gotten into the safe, but if they did, why take so little? Why not grab it all? I'm leaning towards crooked cops, myself. I don't know the team assigned to the case. Jack was the one who coordinated with them. This stinks, honey. It stinks bad."
"What are you going to do? What can you do?"
"Right now, nothing. They have no proof I was the one who broke into the building or sent the cops that laptop. They'll fish around, but they'll come up empty."
*****
After a few weeks, that's exactly what happened. They came up with nothing. McMurry and Johns, the detectives assigned to the case, interviewed me aggressively. I answered their message, and they demanded I come in immediately.
"Not gonna happen. I just got back from vacation; I haven't even been home yet. I need to unpack and get squared away. I can come in tomorrow or the day after, at any time you choose. Just let me know."
I found out later it was Johns I was talking to. "I'm afraid that's not acceptable. We need you to come in now."
"Am I a suspect in anything? Do you have a warrant out for me?"
I heard him sigh. "Not at this time."
"So, you're thinking about charging me with a crime? What am I accused of?"
"Nothing, yet. Look, I'm running out of patience. Get your ass down here now, or you won't like what happens."
By now I was pissed. "Know what? Fuck you. You want to talk to me? Contact my lawyer and we'll set something up. Hold on, and I'll give you the contact information."
I didn't actually have a lawyer, but intended to use the one the company kept on retainer. I called as soon as we hung up. "Bill, I need your services. Are you or one of your associates available? It's personal, so I'll be paying."
Bill was a good guy, and we sent him a lot of business. I could hear the grin in his voice. "What did you do? I warned you about married women, didn't I?"