Inspector Harvey Dale's POV
The raid on the ranch had been a bust—Eddie and his wife had slipped through our fingers, leaving merely two hours before we arrived. That timing wasn't coincidental. I was dead on my feet but couldn't rest yet; interrogations awaited me back at the station for those criminals we'd apprehended in Bellwood. After that, I'd board a plane home, though I still needed to call Darren and inquire about that petite woman I'd spotted in his office.
Inspector Sullivan offered me coffee as I collapsed into the chair across from his desk. I accepted gratefully, hoping the caffeine would jolt my exhausted brain back to life.
"Sullivan, don't you find it suspicious that Eddie vanished right before our arrival?" I asked between sips.
He nodded grimly. "Very suspicious. My theory? He's got an informant inside the Lorenzo Group—someone his accomplices don't even know about."
"Makes sense. Will you alert Morris?"
