“But there were lines I wouldn't cross,” he continued. “Vale crossed all of them.”
“What evidence did you hide?”
“Ledgers. Photographs. Account numbers. Names.”
“Why in my condo?”
“I didn't.”
I frowned.
“You just said—”
“I hid them in a property that later became your condo.”
Sophie looked lost.
Alex explained.
The building had once belonged to one of his holding companies.
When law enforcement began closing in on several criminal networks, Alex had copied Vale's records and hidden them behind a false wall.
Then his world collapsed.
An associate was murdered.
Another vanished.
Alex became convinced someone inside law enforcement had been feeding information back to Vale's partners.
“So you didn't trust the police,” I said.
“No.”
“Then why not destroy the evidence?”
“Because I thought one day I'd need it to stay alive.”
Maya's expression was grim.
“And later he started cooperating with federal investigators.”
I stared at Alex.
