Platinum Cowboy. Rita Herron
to do with the sabotage?”
“It’s a possibility. We’re running DNA, checking prints and looking at dental records, but that will take time.” Detective Green leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees. “Meanwhile, I’ll need a list of all your employees.”
Flint’s pulse pounded. “You think this was an inside job?”
“Whoever did this had knowledge of your plans, the time your shipment would arrive, where the plane would land.”
Flint shifted, anger mounting in his gut. He didn’t like suspecting his own people.
“Who all was involved in this shipment?” Detective Green asked.
Flint rapped his fingers on the desk. “My business manager, Simon Cornwall, of course. Reuben Simms, the pilot who brought them in. Amal Jabar. He’s my Middle Eastern contact who helped arrange the importation. Then the two hands who were on board.” He paused, seeing their bloody faces in his mind.
“Who else?” Detective Green asked.
Flint sighed. “My partners in the Aggie Four, and Deke Norton of Norton International. But they all had vested interests in the Arabians.”
Detective Green pursed his mouth. “I’ll still need to talk to them. Any problems between you guys?”
“No,” Flint said. “Not at all. I’d trust any one of them with my life.”
Detective Green gestured toward the computer. “Now that list?”
“Right.” He clicked a few keys, entered his password, then accessed the file and hit Print. While they waited, Detective Green pressed on.
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