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"That's what I'm checking," Hound tells me. "Few places along that stretch where somebody might've seen the car."

"Or somebody ditched it," I mutter.

"Possible," Hound says. "No one's reported finding it."

"Any transactions?"

"Nothing on his cards," Lock says. "Whoever fueled the car paid cash."

I sit back.

Not much.

But somebody drove Mercado's car out of the county after he went missing.

Could've been Aaron. Could've been someone else.

"Stephens?" I ask.

"Still looking into his connections," Hound says. "Nothing ties him to that stop."

Good.

Last thing we need is to start making accusations because a nightclub owner happens to have property near one of the places our suspects have been.

Been down that road before.

Didn't end well.

"Keep digging," Grim tells them. "Find out where that car went."

Lock nods and turns the laptop back.

"What about the lawyer?" Ash asks.

"She's good."

"Glad to hear it."

I catch the bastard's grin.

"Got something to say?"

"Nope."

"Lying prick."

He laughs.

Grim clears his throat.

"About your friend."

"Mel."

"Lock ran him through everything we could access," Grim says. "Military record checks out. Contract work matches what he told you. No warrants. No criminal history. Nobody's raised any red flags."

"Good."