“Have a seat, Caine,” Gus sighed.
Caine’s frown deepened. When it was obvious he wouldn’t get answers until he complied, he sat down. Gus leaned forward, turning his computer screen, so both could see it. On screen, there was a businessman standing in front of a cheering crowd. He looked popular enough, but not the sort of person Caine would ever give the time of day.
“And that is?” Caine scowled.
“Arthur Goodwell,” Gus said, looking back in his chair, “prominent businessman and one of New York’s elites.”
“And why do I care?”
“Because he’s also Elle’s ex-fiancé.”
Caine stiffened, dragging his eyes back to the figure. He was clean-shaved and neatly trimmed. Tall with broad shoulders, Arthur Goodwell looked as if he was used to being the most superior man in the room.
“The whole fami
