“No.”
“It takes planning.”
I nodded.“Years of planning.”
Twister hadn’t moved.
He watched me the same way he’d watched everyone else since I’d walked into the clubhouse.
Patient.
Focused.
Waiting.
“What do they own?”
I reached into the envelope again and unfolded a large city map.“I made this.”The paper spread across the table.
Yellow circles covered nearly every block.
Every major intersection.
Every stretch of commercial property.
Sully stood from the bar to get a better look.“Holy shit.”
Method leaned over his shoulder.“They own all that?”
“They control it.”
“There a difference?”Method asked.
“There is when you know how to hide ownership.”I traced my finger across the map.“They buy buildings through one company.”Another line.“They transfer them to another.”Another.“Then lease them to a third.”
Podge’s eyes never left the map.“So nobody ever realizes the same people own everything.”
“Exactly.”
Twister finally leaned forward.“What’s this got to do with us?”
I swallowed.“This.”I tapped the map.
One section remained untouched by yellow.Instead, it was circled in red.
The clubhouse.
Hodge pushed himself off the couch.“They don’t own this.”
“No.”
“They tried,” I said.
Twister’s gaze stayed on the map.“Tried?”
I pulled another packet from the envelope.“This building has changed hands six times in twenty-three years.”
He looked up.“I know.”