“Not that I don’t agree, Ben, but what legal grounds have you got to do that?” TV studied Ben, a measuring caution in his eyes.
“You can still ask—after what he did to Fran?” Ben’s voice sharpened. “Come on, TV. Here’s your chance to discredit Cody by his association with a crook, to turn people’s opinion about the casino. What more do you want?”
“We don’t have any proof. Miss Jonas said herself that the NYPD attributes the attack on her to teenage gang members.”
“There’s got to be something,” Ben insisted. He turned to look at Fran. “Doesn’t he have a record, some arrests or something?”
She shrugged. “I really don’t know. Until the last few months, it didn’t matter, so I paid little attention. He was on the periphery of my life, and I wasn’t too proud of even that degree of associatio
