Allegra returned to the House of Zangari and immediately closeted herself in her office and did some googling.

Two hours later she’d discovered enough to suggest that there really was something rotten in the House of Zangari and it had nothing to do with selling the business to China.

She called Grace.

“Do you know any private investigators?” she asked.

“The firm has one we use,” she said. “You need his number?”

“Yes.”

“Does it have anything to do with the business?”

“Yes,” Allegra said.

“Don’t tell me anymore,” Grace said. “Ask for Christine. Tell her I sent you.”

“You’re the best.”

“Good luck.”

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