Play Dead. Meryl Sawyer
shop.”
“Right. He didn’t make boards, though. He imports them from China.”
“Why does he want to buy Surf’s Up?”
Hayley shrugged; she didn’t see what this had to do with Lindsey’s death. “Hurley, Quicksilver, Billabong—all the big-name surf companies have gone public. That’s meant huge money for the owners. Smaller operations like ours and Laird’s can’t really compete unless they grow larger.”
“Then one of the giants might buy them, right?”
“Exactly. They often do that to shut down competition. I guess Laird would like to cash in on the trend, but with the economy so slow …”
“At some point, it’ll pick up again and with your MMA line, Surf’s Up will have something no one else has.”
“We beat them to the punch on that one.”
“I understand you did it. Trent didn’t want anything to do with The Wrath.”
“True,” she conceded, not wanting to brag, but Trent had been short-sighted. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to go along. “It paid off big-time. As long as The Wrath is champ, we have a corner on the market. Others can sell their designs but The Wrath is what draws the big bucks.”
“I think your Grim Reaper design has a lot to do with it.”
Hayley banked a smile. She wouldn’t have thought Ryan Hollister would have known what her signature design looked like.
“Tell me what you know about The Wrath.” There was an ominous edge to his voice. “Does he have drug or criminal connections?”
Hayley instantly shook her head.
“Really think about it. I know it can be painful to answer these questions, but just remember, your life is at stake here. The more I know about the people close to you, the better.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.