Chapter Fifty-two

Navarro Investment Fund headquarters

79 Carlton Street, Philadelphia

Monday

"Good. Show them in, please, Maddie."

Carla nodded. "Yes, it was horrible. I was so relieved when he finally left."

Briggs said, "Why didn't you call us immediately instead of waiting until this morning?"

Morales leaned forward. "Do you wish to press charges against Rebel Navarro, Ms. Cartwright?"

Morales sat forward, patted her hand. "This is obviously very difficult for you, Ms. Cartwright."

Briggs said, "Can't say I'm surprised at your reaction, Ms. Cartwright, but I am surprised Rebel Navarro went to your home, confronted you, scared you."

"I don't understand. Your people found proof of his guilt. Why did you release him?"

Morales said, "Again, forgive us, Ms. Cartwright, but we can't discuss that. But there'll be more evidence. There always is."

"That's not for us to decide, ma'am," Morales said. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?"

"I suppose not. We're still scrambling here, endless calls from our clients and meetings with the regulators."

Morales said, "I'm pleased you finally called us, Ms. Cartwright. It means a lot. We'll make sure there's no need for you to be alarmed further about Rebel Navarro. Since he's wearing an ankle monitor, we can prove he went to your house. We'll make sure his lawyer knows we'll arrest him if he comes near you again."

Cartwright said slowly, "A recording? You said he made a recording when he was at my house?"

Cartwright heard Briggs say, "But why did Navarro's lawyer give us the recording when it damns him?"