like to get into that Corvette. He also needed to know who it belonged to.
At least he'd gotten some new information tonight. He'd also been able to see his blackmail plot play out. Bozic clearly believed David was running his own play. He hadn't wanted to hear a word the kid had to say. Clearly, Sylvia had gone straight to Bozic with the blackmail scheme. Why? Why hadn't she gone to David, who had appeared to be shocked by the accusation?
He had more questions than answers, but he was one step closer to being able to turn David into his asset. Making his way to the side door, he slipped out, careful not to be seen. He wanted to get into the valet lot and into the Corvette, but the parking lot was very busy, with three valets moving cars in and out. There was no way he could get into the vehicle without anyone seeing him.
He headed into the employee lot and got into his car. He checked his phone, seeing he had a text from Maya. My dad had a hugely negative reaction to being asked about the night his mother died. My mother apparently got on the phone to my sister, and now I'm headed to Carlsbad for an emergency family meeting. May stay the night. Can we catch up tomorrow?
It was just as well Maya was busy. He needed to go to his office and put some of his own clues together. Plus, after the kisses they'd exchanged earlier, he'd be playing with fire going to her house now. Although, that fire would be pretty damn good. Unfortunately, it could burn him in more ways than one.
He texted back. How about breakfast? There's a pancake place by the beach—Belle's. Meet you there—eleven?
She answered right away. Yes. See you then.
He put his phone down and started the car, hoping her meeting with her sister would go better than the one with her dad, but he doubted it. Maya might end up with her entire family against her, but she seemed willing to take the risk in pursuit of the truth. He still wished she would let it go or at least back off for a while. But that wouldn't happen, so he'd deal with that tomorrow. Right now, he needed to work on his own case.
It was after eleven when he arrived at the office, and he wasn't expecting to find anyone on the premises, but Caitlyn was at her desk when he arrived.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise. "It's Saturday night."
"So?"
"So…you should have plans."
She shrugged. "I'd rather work. I had some paperwork to catch up on, and I've been doing some research for you. I've put together Eddie Bozic’s life story, and I found something interesting. He had an older stepbrother, Thomas Bozic, who worked as a bartender at the Russia House in the eighties."
"That's interesting." He sat down in the chair next to her desk.
"It gets better. Thomas Bozic was married for less than a year to Sylvia Graham. She was Sylvia Coleman then. He was about twenty-seven, and she was twenty-three. They divorced and she married Mark Graham seven years later and had a son, David. That marriage ended ten years ago when David was thirteen. After Mark left her, Sylvia went to work at Falcon Motors for her ex-brother-in-law, Eddie Bozic.”
"What happened to Thomas?"
"He was killed in a car accident a couple of years after the marriage to Sylvia."
"You are good."
Caitlyn gave him a smile. "Yes, I am. When the Russia House reopened as the Firebird Club, Sylvia left Falcon and went to work at the club."
"We have multiple links between Sylvia and Bozic and Falcon Motors and the club." He paused. "I also found out tonight that Sylvia's father, Edward Coleman, was one of the five original investors in the club. The other investors were Wallace Jagger, Dustin Paul, and Daniel Bragin. Wallace was at the club last night and Paul, Bragin and Coleman were there tonight."
"So, the investors are still very active in the club."
"Along with their offspring. Sylvia is the club manager. Constantine's nephew is the owner. Jagger's son, Ryland, seems to always be at the club, and I heard Bragin's daughter was there tonight, too."
"I can dig further into that group. Have you learned anything else?"
"Yes. When certain cars arrive at the club, David Graham, Sylvia's son, takes them into a building. Then, a few minutes later, he drives the car out and parks it in