The Boardwalk Option by Avery Duff

Author:Avery Duff [Duff, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503904828
Published: 2019-05-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

A case of Cannonball BBQ Sauce jiggled on the front seat beside Robert. Each bottle’s label featured a cannonball trailing flames, flying past a saguaro cactus. For the two spicier versions, Jerry had told him, either Spicy or Spiciest appeared inside the cannonball.

Label’s cool, Robert was thinking. Designed by their daughter—Daisy to her dad, Daze to her mom. Proud parents who couldn’t hold their marriage together.

Robert made it from the 405 onto 10 East, on time to meet Erik at Sprocket downtown. Their plan: locate a Sprocket valet, a Latino whom Reyes and his mother knew from East LA, and learn what they could about Trevor’s alibi.

He cobbled together a new picture of Trevor based on what he’d learned. According to Jerry and Kay, Trevor’s investors had abruptly pulled out of the Marguerite Fund both during and after the Great Recession of ’08 and ’09. Sounded like nobody had gotten burned too badly. Lost their profits, not their shirts, when it closed down in 2010. No doubt Trevor believed if all his investors had stayed in his fund, they’d have all prospered. No doubt, too, Trevor didn’t want to get burned like that again by his own investors, or have CNBC anchors feed him a load of crap about it on national TV.

Trevor’s business needs explained his fund’s strict rules—narrow gates—for investors to exit the 333 Hedge Fund. Not to mention his broad discretion as fund manager to override a request like Paul’s—for the good of the fund.

From a business point of view, his motives were understandable. Trevor was a self-described conviction investor. If his fund had precious-metals positions he didn’t want to sell, Paul’s request for a massive exit could have caused him real problems. Even so, none of that justified his behavior toward Paul, a friend who’d invested in the 333 Hedge Fund and believed in Trevor at its outset.

As traffic ground to a stop on the I-10 East at Crenshaw Boulevard, Robert thought about Reyes going to trial. Had he gathered enough for a jury to believe that, just maybe, Trevor had either killed Paul or had him killed? Enough reasonable doubt for a jury to set Reyes free?

He’d made progress, but that was still all he really knew. What a jury needed to hear for reasonable doubt remained a mystery, even to lifelong criminal lawyers.

Recalling Kay’s diatribe about Trevor’s Malibu Colony home pulling in top dollar, Robert asked Siri to Google LA County Registrar, Recorder of Deeds.

Then he said, “Trevor Reid, Latigo Shore Drive, Malibu.”

As he waited, a text from Erik popped up on his phone: Sprocket. Dining room. Join me for lunch.

Lunch at Sprocket with Erik? They weren’t members. Who said anything about lunch?

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