Chapter 41

Detective Jones and his FBI colleagues got their break on a Monday morning.

“We got the news from Florida. The hit man who killed Matt Stevens is cutting a plea deal.”

“It’s about time. He will give information on who hired him?”

“Already in the works. They’re preparing an indictment of Arthur Vandenburg.”

“Excellent!”

There were smiles around the room.

“Don’t get too excited. Remember that we indicted the Pace cousins and ended up with a couple meager obstruction charges.”

“Understood. Let’s roll up our sleeves and get ready to interview that aristocratic bastard.”

The next meeting for the detective was not so pleasant or cheerful.

“Mrs. Fields, this is a very big break in the case.”

“Really? My husband’s body has still not been found!”

“No, but we have a substantial figure under indictment.”

“So this Vande—what’s his name—ordered a hitman to kill the white robber who cleaned out my apartment?”

“That’s our theory.”

“But you have still have no evidence on my husband’s murder.”

“Not yet. But we think Arthur Vandenburg may shed some light on the matter. I must say, Mrs. Fields, that you surprise me. You and Black Lives Matter have been chanting for months about white privilege. Now we have a substantial white wealthy figure under indictment, and you are not satisfied.”

“I’ve learned not to count my chickens, detective. Your information is promising but still far short of my expectations. If you want me to sing your praises, find my husband’s body!”

“The investigation is ongoing, Mrs. Fields.”