"Could we narrow the search down to only his most wealthy rivals," Leslie asked.

"And why them?"

"This was very carefully put together. It had to be planned and timed out so they could get these pictures and still not be seen, not an easy thing to do. People have a tendency to notice naked bodies."

"Tell me about it," Kay interrupted. "There was this cute box boy at the all-night market, and even though it was two in the morning, every time he started to slip his dick into me, some customer would come pushing their cart by…"

Maybe I could just kill them myself, he thought. But where could he hide the bodies?

"What I meant sir," Leslie continued, "Is that it would take money to hire professionals and then you'd have to drill them over and over at it to get the timing down."

"Like with the box boy," Kay agreed. "Drilling, time and time…"

"It would have to be one of the more wealthy people who hated Albertson, just to afford such a project," Leslie managed to finish, but only because her hand was covering over Kay's mouth.

Randel ignored the women as best as possible while he punched up some information from his computer. "If we are looking at it from a purely financial point of view the best guess would be Preston Davis. They've been crashing heads almost from the beginning. But in a way, none of it would make any sense. Why would Davis suddenly change tactics after this many years?"

"Possibly that's the entire point. He could have gotten tired of the fight. Maybe he decided it was easier just to declare himself the winner and this would be the easiest way," Leslie offered.

"Or maybe he has his own ideas on how to merge the two fortunes," Kay said. "You know, bang the daughter, con her into marrying him, and take over Albertson's empire from the back door. So to speak."

Even Leslie had to stare hard at Kay, not at all sure where that idea could have possibly come from.