Jason had spent a week looking for answers to his questions with minimal results. Now, The Ghost was going to make a determined effort to force someon... to talk. Obviously, he had to find somebody who had the information he needed, but that meant working his way up the ladder of the organization. He had to grab someone low on the totem pole and learn who was his boss. Once he found this lowest level boss, he had to get the name and location of the next boss up the line. Eventually, this should. Chicago Trust Company would like us as ... as customers!?" Marcel exclaimed. "But that's silly! It's only for the biggest companies and the wealthiest people."Cindy smiled softly and said, "Marcel, in case you didn't notice, I just gave you $125,000 of my bank's money. You're a customer of Chicago Trust right now whether you like it or not."The Legrands just beamed and said anything they had or would ever have would go to Chicago Trust.When Cindy left, she felt great. She didn't even wait to go. I take my privacy seriously. The state of Alabama agrees. I shoot trespassers. I think I will start with you.” I squeezed the trigger grazing one. That started the mass exodus to their cars. They beat a retreat back to the road where there were more cars and similar people including a TV truck. I opened the gate closing it behind me. I followed them to the road stopping at the right-of-way.A TV person walked up toward me. As they did, I raised my rifle to my shoulder. The woman stopped. “Sam,. "Nothing detailed," he said, looking over the interview notes, "just that friends and family members reported nothing out of the ordinary." Yes," she said, trying to pull her thoughts away from the carnal and back to the case, "we weren't looking for everyday routines, since the crimes were so out of character."He reached for another file and his arm brushed hers. It was warm, comforting, solid. She imagined being wrapped in those arms, imagined the feeling of security she would feel with his.