She let the attorney do the talking. The detectives took turns asking questions, but they didn’t say much. Edselle told them what MiMi had learned from Nairoby first. Then he described MiMi’s volatile encounter with Yvette Theirry. Drake remarked dryly that they had suspects up to their eyeballs. When the call ended the lawyer wore a wide smile. “Following up on those juicy leads will keep them busy for a while. And the fact that we haven’t heard from the FBI could be an encouraging sign. I think they overplayed their hand hoping you’d panic and lead them to Mr. Crown’s money.” Edselle rocked back in his chair. MiMi sighed. “If only. We haven’t been able to find a scrap of paper that even hints he had an offshore account, much less where. So far Willa’s only hit dead ends.” “I’ve dealt with hidden assets with previous clients. People who were, um, very creative when it came to burying cash, art, even real estate they didn’t want found. I may be able to point Cedric in promising directions he may not have considered.”
