"Go figure," he mentioned bitterly, leafing through the checks as he counted down the amounts. "I'm going to need to have someone go through her finances now, apparently. Motherfucker," he groaned, holding onto the envelop. He never put it into his suit jacket, but held onto it, fully intending to put it back where they belonged.

Then again, he was the mayor, and he already made a pretty penny, he didn't have much of a need for stowing away cash illegally. There were some things about him that were more honest than most politicians, and the look on his face said enough about his opinion on the matter. The way his mouth was drawn down in frustration, anger at the waste. He knew it existed, of course, he wasn't that fucking naive to think it didn't, but the fact that it was happening under his nose was something else entirely.

It was goddamn insulting, was what it was.

"Think there's motive in that? Someone found out about the money she was skimming off the top?" he asked, thinking out loud. "Maybe she tried to retaliate, and the inevitable happens?"

He was guessing, and he knew it. He wasn't an investigator, but this was how he'd always worked, questioning and proposing, waiting to be proven wrong. He didn't know if Sherlock would get it, the way that he worked. Angotti had, for all of her flaws, she'd understood it, but he didn't look back at those days with nostalgia anymore. Only bitterness, but he didn't let it show.

"There's a reason you brought it up, unless you just fucking found them."