Up Against the Wall

9780373692767_PL.inddExtracted 1 threads from 9780373692767-exw.PDFUntitled Article 01: UntitledoeW.I. Rebecca Page read the acronym out loud. oeThat has to be Wolfe International. She gently turned the tattered page and read the names and information enclosed there.TW,Sr/TW,Jr/DK/AC Dont worry. Will dec. gibberish at earl.con. unless you get it done first. DB dead. Removed plant. Kid clean. Execution confirms suspicions. KCPD will need different kind of proof, however. Pursue lead to bus locker. DB promised disk. Should name names. Someone on Econ Dev Comm in it up to his eyeballs. Influence certain. Too much money floating around KC. Its here at the docks. My nose can smell a ratand hes a big one. Theyre watching me, so I know Im onto something. Stay away from this one, kiddo. Just play bookkeeper for me. Will copy you as soon as able. See you at Mizzou. XXOO, DadoeLove you, too. Rebecca turned to the back of the small notebook and looked at the boxes and letters shed copied herself. It was the last cryptic message her father had left for her. DBD->COM.AF A1/2 AS . Over the last several months, shed added a spiderweb of names and possible interpretations. oeWhat were you trying to tell me, Dad? As always, the answer toyed with her thoughts but escaped her. She tenderly closed the notebook and lifted it to her nose, inhaling deeply. If she closed her eyes and imagined hard enough, she could still detect her fathers familiar scent on the soft, well-worn leather. She could hear his throaty laugh and feel his arms wrapping her up in a warm hug. But she was long past sitting on the sidelines and playing bookkeeper. Rebecca wasnt a woman given to fanciful notions, nor did she waste her time when there was a story to pursue. She had big footsteps to fill as a reporter for theKansas City Journal.This wasnt just about living up to her fathers reputation and making a name for herself in her chosen career. This was about living up to her fathers love. This was about proving his faith in her hadnt been misplaced. Her artificially long lashes tickled her cheeks as she opened her eyes and steeled herself for the task at hand. The only thing that warmed her tonight was the muggy summer heat. The only scents were the faint, seaweedy smell of the Missouri River and her own spicier perfume. The only laughter she heard belonged to a few of the lucky customers outside the Riverboat Casino complex, waiting for a cab or valet service. The players whod been less fortunate filled the night air with damning curses and desperate ramblings. Rebecca watched them all from the front seat of her cherry-red Mustang. Washethe one? Wasshe? Who were the big guns with money-laundering and murder on their minds? And who were the innocent by- standers, unaware of the big money, big influence and big cover-up hidden beneath the Riverboat Casinos polished-steel facade and glitzy excitement? Theyd all come to the shiny steamship that had once been the rusted wreck of theCommodoreriverboat. Renovation and expansion could only mask theCommodoreMiller, Julie is the author of 'Up Against the Wall ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373692767 and ISBN 0373692765.