(Noah)
Crane called at just after eight in the morning the following day.
I was still at the board when my phone rang. I picked up on the second ring.
"I have something," Crane said. "Harrell had a contact outside his usual network. A woman. She's not connected to his business operations directly but the communication trail between them goes back four months."
"Name," I said.
"Alina Banks," Crane said. "She's a model. Currently working a show circuit in Atlanta."
I went still.
Alina.
I hadn't heard that name in years and the last time I had it hadn't been a conversation I'd wanted to have. She'd been around the club in the early years, the kind of woman who showed up at enough events that faces became familiar. She'd made it clear what she wanted more than once and I'd made it equa
