Treadwell was in his office talking with Dammerman about Betty Ladd and her suspicions when Ashley buzzed him.
“It’s Mr. Hardy on two,” she said.
Treadwell put it on speakerphone. “What do you have for me?”
“It’s a no-go. But the good news is that the kid’s parents are picking up his body first thing in the morning, and it’s highly unlikely they’ll know what the thing is or even care. Anyway, it’s the investment bank’s business and is probably encrypted.”
“What about our money?” Dammerman asked.
“It’s gone, and I suggest that we treat it as an ordinary business loss and don’t pursue the matter. But it’s your call, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Dammerman started to say something, but Treadwell shook his head.
“You’re right, Butch,” he said. “We’ll just hold off for now.”
“Yes, sir,” Hardy said, and Treadwell hung up.
“What do you want me to do?” Dammerman asked.
“Butch is right, we’ll just leave it be for now.”