Reggie's conspiracy goes way behind a few crooked cops and petty human trafficking. Indeed, Reggie doesn't have small cells like your regular, run-of-the-mill RICO conspiracy. Rather, he is the hub a large ring of conspiracy, each spoke intersecting other spokes. Layers and layers of spokes.
Like Marie. Ever sweet and innocent looking, she works as Reggie's underlord. In her forest tree house, she keeps a secret pile of jewels, no doubt the profits of burglars and thugs--entrepreneurs selling ladies and drugs.
The cat? He's a ruse. The cat is really a mule.
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