It reminded him of the first time he’d met Babs. . . . His team had been after a man involved in a Ponzi scheme, and her team was after the same man for leading a double life and abusing both of his wives. The character currently on their radar wasn’t much better. The Boss had gone over the details with the team and had dictated their positions. They were sitting around the one large table in the office, a one-of-a-kind reclaimed wood antique he’d gotten when he’d first opened the business. “Okay,” he said, looking out at everyone. They each had a copy of the file in front of them, and the table sported several open Chinese food containers. “Let’s go over it again. William Nants, fifty-seven, started as a carnival barker, now runs something out of his barn called ‘the Carnivale,’ which we think is actually a prostitution ring. We were tipped off by an anonymous lead—a woman who was reluctant to give her name. She said the women are abused and then sold to the highest bidder for the night.
