Page 96 of But For You

“But he’s running the risk of going to prison forever because he took Turner.”

“That’s correct.”

“Do you think Turner is with Salcedo now, wherever that is?”

“Yeah, I think Salcedo moved Turner after we almost caught up with him in Phoenix.”

“But how did Salcedo know that you were going to Phoenix?”

He made a face, but only for a second. Anyone but me would have missed it, but I knew every expression the man made.

“Sam?”

He looked at the ceiling.

“Oh my God, what?”

His eyes were back on me. “My boss has a theory, and it’s a pretty good one actually.”

I waited.

“Just to catch you up, Salcedo was the guy who got away back when I was running down that drug cartel in Colombia.”

“You never said anyone got away.”

“Didn’t I?”

“Sam!”

“Fuck,” he growled, throwing off the sheet covering him and charging across the room to the window.

I gasped, and he spun around to face me.

“Salcedo was a member of the cartel you busted?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And because he was the last man standing and because we never caught him, he moved up in the organization.”

“And? C’mon. This is like pulling teeth. Is your informant in Phoenix the one who ID’d Turner?”

“Yeah, or was.”

“Was?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh. So, someone knew he had gotten the information to you that Turner was alive and well.”

“You’re very good at this,” he said irritably.

“I’ve had years of practice.” I was snide as I rolled off the bed.

“Jory—”

“And now, all of a sudden, out of the blue, Dr. Kevin Dwyer shows up.”