It’s a pleasure to meet you, Remy. Have a seat.” Jonas held out one of the matching brown leather chairs for Remy then sat beside her. The two chairs faced the largest desk Jonas had ever seen. The top could have been used as a landing strip…if you could find the bottom of it through the massive stacks of papers. In stark opposition, the man behind the desk was compact—five-six, at best, bald and austerely dressed completely in black.“Thank you for taking this case. Have your investigators found anything, Mr. Franey?”“Call me Leonard. And, yes, Jonas, we’ve got a plethora of facts for you. I’ve had my secretary copy you on everything. She’ll hand you a flash drive on your way out. I’d like you both to look over the information after you leave here. Sometimes a victim’s loved ones can catch small points that lead to big breaks.”Victim? Jonas looked at Remy, whose eyes had gone wide with alarm.“So, Jonas, now that you’re here, I’d like you to tell me everything you know about the GoodFriends.
