Shay typed it and the screen unlocked. He shook his head. “Damn! She was right.”
With that, he perused the file. “It's an Excel spreadsheet. How low-tech can you get? Take a look at this, Richie. You know several of these guys.”
Richie pulled up a chair to sit by Shay. He gave a low whistle. “They're the guys Glickman told us about, plus a whole lot of others—some are names, some only initials,” he said to Rebecca. “But now, we've got dollar amounts, plus wins and losses, to go along with all these people.”
“The monetary amount itself probably doesn't matter all that much,” Rebecca said. “Often, it's the little nobody's who think they should be special who do the most harm in this world.”
“True enough,” Richie agreed.
Rebecca stood behind Shay and looked over his shoulder at the list.
