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Authors: Bruce A Borders
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this? How did our perpetrator know about the investments? And, how did he lure his victims to the Steel Bridge?”
“Sounds like we need to pay a visit to Cascade Global Investments,” Jamie said.
Reaching into his shirt pocket, Damien produced a wadded up piece of paper. “Got the address right here. Along with the name of the owner, and CEO, a Mr. Devin Holloway.”
Deciding that questioning the remaining apartment tenants could wait, the three of them piled into a single car again. The drive took less than fifteen minutes; time which Lana spent formulating a series of questions for Mr. Holloway—and shouting driving instructions to Jamie.
Although amused at her anxiety, as usual, Jamie paid no attention, weaving his way through the maze of city streets and negotiating the traffic with uncanny precision—for the most part.
Damien, immune to his partner’s driving habits, seemed not to notice the hair-raising adventure. “Here we are,” he announced as they came to a stop.
“Not sure why I keep riding with you guys,” Lana grumbled, climbing out of the car. “Next time, I’m driving.”
Jamie smiled. “I think you secretly like being chauffeured,” he said, opening the big glass door to the building.
Flashing their badges, the detectives announced themselves to the receptionist. Informing the lady they were there to see Mr. Holloway, in seconds, they were seated in the man’s spacious—but mostly empty—office.
“How can I help you?” Devin Holloway asked, once the introductions had been made.
Lana cut right to the chase. “Mr. Holloway, were you aware that several of your clients have been murdered in recent weeks?”
“Murdered?” Holloway seemed appalled. “Who? By who? And why?” After a slight pause in which the man seemed to make a conscious effort to gather his wits, he said, “To answer your question, no, I wasn’t aware. Sorry, you caught me a little off-guard with that. But why on Earth would anyone want to murder my clients?”
“That’s what we’re trying to determine.” Giving the man a quick rundown of events, Lana said, “We would appreciate any help you could provide.”
“Sure,” the man said with a quick nod. “Anything you need.” It was obvious he was still a little shaken at the news.
Lana quickly produced a list of names and handed the paper to Holloway. “We were hoping you could give us a some additional information on these six names—what sort of investments they had and if any of them made any recent changes to their accounts, particularly with respect to linked bank accounts or an updated address.”
“These are the ones who were, uh, murdered?”
Nodding, Lana said, “According to our information, all six of them held short term, high-yield investments with Cascade Global.”
Devin Holloway, somewhat recovered from the unsettling news, was already staring at his computer screen. Without looking up, he said, “I can confirm that all six are indeed clients of Cascade Global Investments, and it looks like all of them bought into the AI-GLIS Fund, a hybrid money market account CD. The fund offers a quick return with a nice payout but comes with a substantially high risk.”
“I’d say,” Jamie commented dryly.
With a quick glance toward the detective and a hint of irritation in his voice, Mr. Holloway said, “I meant high financial risk.”
“So all six were invested in the same fund?” Lana asked.
“Yes. I would have to pull up each account individually to see how much each of them had invested and the amount of expected return, but all of them definitely had money in this fund.”
Lana, busy writing notes, didn’t say anything.
“May I ask when these murders took place?” Holloway said.
“The dates are listed beside the names on the sheet I gave you,” Lana told him.
Studying the paper, Holloway’s gaze drifted back and forth from the computer to the paper. Several silent minutes passed before he finally offered a simple,
“Sounds like we need to pay a visit to Cascade Global Investments,” Jamie said.
Reaching into his shirt pocket, Damien produced a wadded up piece of paper. “Got the address right here. Along with the name of the owner, and CEO, a Mr. Devin Holloway.”
Deciding that questioning the remaining apartment tenants could wait, the three of them piled into a single car again. The drive took less than fifteen minutes; time which Lana spent formulating a series of questions for Mr. Holloway—and shouting driving instructions to Jamie.
Although amused at her anxiety, as usual, Jamie paid no attention, weaving his way through the maze of city streets and negotiating the traffic with uncanny precision—for the most part.
Damien, immune to his partner’s driving habits, seemed not to notice the hair-raising adventure. “Here we are,” he announced as they came to a stop.
“Not sure why I keep riding with you guys,” Lana grumbled, climbing out of the car. “Next time, I’m driving.”
Jamie smiled. “I think you secretly like being chauffeured,” he said, opening the big glass door to the building.
Flashing their badges, the detectives announced themselves to the receptionist. Informing the lady they were there to see Mr. Holloway, in seconds, they were seated in the man’s spacious—but mostly empty—office.
“How can I help you?” Devin Holloway asked, once the introductions had been made.
Lana cut right to the chase. “Mr. Holloway, were you aware that several of your clients have been murdered in recent weeks?”
“Murdered?” Holloway seemed appalled. “Who? By who? And why?” After a slight pause in which the man seemed to make a conscious effort to gather his wits, he said, “To answer your question, no, I wasn’t aware. Sorry, you caught me a little off-guard with that. But why on Earth would anyone want to murder my clients?”
“That’s what we’re trying to determine.” Giving the man a quick rundown of events, Lana said, “We would appreciate any help you could provide.”
“Sure,” the man said with a quick nod. “Anything you need.” It was obvious he was still a little shaken at the news.
Lana quickly produced a list of names and handed the paper to Holloway. “We were hoping you could give us a some additional information on these six names—what sort of investments they had and if any of them made any recent changes to their accounts, particularly with respect to linked bank accounts or an updated address.”
“These are the ones who were, uh, murdered?”
Nodding, Lana said, “According to our information, all six of them held short term, high-yield investments with Cascade Global.”
Devin Holloway, somewhat recovered from the unsettling news, was already staring at his computer screen. Without looking up, he said, “I can confirm that all six are indeed clients of Cascade Global Investments, and it looks like all of them bought into the AI-GLIS Fund, a hybrid money market account CD. The fund offers a quick return with a nice payout but comes with a substantially high risk.”
“I’d say,” Jamie commented dryly.
With a quick glance toward the detective and a hint of irritation in his voice, Mr. Holloway said, “I meant high financial risk.”
“So all six were invested in the same fund?” Lana asked.
“Yes. I would have to pull up each account individually to see how much each of them had invested and the amount of expected return, but all of them definitely had money in this fund.”
Lana, busy writing notes, didn’t say anything.
“May I ask when these murders took place?” Holloway said.
“The dates are listed beside the names on the sheet I gave you,” Lana told him.
Studying the paper, Holloway’s gaze drifted back and forth from the computer to the paper. Several silent minutes passed before he finally offered a simple,
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