Gunning for Jake

-Caleb-

I brought up the information I had on Jacob Ramacher and handed my phone to Masterson. “He’s the son of Gregory Ramacher, head of Ramacher Industries.”

Masterson grimaced. “What are they worth?”

“Enough to be expensive to buy, but not impossible,” I said reluctantly.

“Good. Call the lawyers and tell them to make it happen,” Masterson responded. He looked Jacey up and down in a way I did not like. Not that I would have liked any way he looked at Jacey. “You certainly are a miracle worker, young lady. It used to be like pulling teeth to get this one to do anything.”

Jacey swallowed uncertainly. “Thank you, sir?”