Dummy compant

"What evidence?" I asked.
"Other than finding him standing over LaFortier's corpse with a literal bloody knife in his hand?"
"Yeah," I said. "Other than that."
She raked her fingers back through her curly hair. "The information the Red Court has attained was exclusive to a very small pool of suspects, of which he was one. We have telephone records of him in frequent contact with a known operative of the Red Court. We also tracked down an offshore account belonging to him, in which several million dollars had recently been deposited."
I snorted derisively. "Yeah, that's him. Morgan the mercenary, nothing but dollar signs in his eyes.”

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Lara answered on the second ring. "Raith."
"Dresden," I said. "What have you got for me?"
"Oh, to have straight lines like that more often," she said, her tone wry. "What makes you think I have anything for you?"
" 'Cause I've got something to trade."
"Men generally seem to think that way. Most of them tend to overestimate the value of their wares."
"Pheromone Lass," I said, "can we have the rest of this conversation above the waistline?"
She let out that rich, throaty laugh of hers, and my hormones sounded the charge. I ignored them. Stupid hormones.
"Very well," she said. "It should interest you to know that the money deposited in Warden Morgan's account came from a dummy corporation called Windfall."
"Dummy organization?" I asked. "Who owns it?"
"I do," she said calmly.
I blinked. "Since you're sharing this information, I take it that it happened without your knowledge."
"You are quite correct," she said. "A Mr. Kevin Aramis is the corporation's manager. He is the only one, other than myself, with the authority to move that much money around."
I thought furiously. Whoever aced LaFortier hadn't just intended the Council to implode. He or they had also gone to a lot of trouble to incite hostility with the White Court.

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