The investigator's voice crackled through the car's speakers. "Ms. Johnson, your uncle Hugo Ollie has been set up. Someone's been manipulating his gambling addiction, making him lose over five hundred thousand dollars in the past month alone."
I straightened in my seat. "Deliberately?"
"Yes. The cards were marked, dealers were paid off—the works. It's professional, systematic destruction."
My mind raced. "And the purpose?"
"To pressure him." The investigator paused. "Our sources say he has leverage over Imogen Johnson. Someone wants him desperate enough to use it."
The pieces clicked together in my mind. "They want him to come to me for help."
"Exactly. When he's broke enough, they're betting he'll trade whatever he knows about Imogen for cash."
I tapped my fingers against my knee, thinking. "Keep monitoring the situation. I want to know the moment he makes a move."
"Yes, ma'am."
