Page 205 of Bound By Fire
“Probably. You could justify it. But he’d lawyer up the second he sat down. You wouldn’t get a word out of him that mattered. And then he knows you’re onto him. He gets rid of everything he hasn’t already disposed of. Every shred. And you lose any chance of catching him with anything on his person or in his house.”
“Shit.” I push the word out.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
We sit with that for a moment. The cursor on the screen blinks at me from the freeze-frame of the Mercedes mid-turn. The plate is right there. Clear as day.
“Okay.” I tap the desk with my finger. “I need to dig more. Now that I know it’s him, I need to go through everything again. I need to pick it all apart. I need to find something…anything.”
“Agreed,” Flint says.
“Right.” I push to my feet. “Let’s get to work.”
Flint stands too. He drains the last of the cold coffee and grimaces.
“Where do we start?”
“From the beginning,” I tell him.
