Page 100 of Tempest’s Torment

Rogue's already typing. "Give me a minute."

He pulls up Webb's information and then stops, his eyes narrow at the screen.

"What?"

Rogue looks at me. "Marcus Webb."

Savage moves closer. "So Webb was there."

"Yeah."

I look at Lilah's phone sitting beside the laptop. Webb didn't run, he didn't clear his office and disappear because he was scared. He went to Evan. He was made, knew he was done.

"Those two aren't done working together," Ghost says.

"No," I say.

I look at Rogue. "Find out everything you can about Marcus Webb."

Rogue's already typing. "Marcus Webb," he mutters. "Thirty-six. Licensed private investigator."

"Family?" Ghost asks.

"Getting there."

I stay behind him, watching information move across the screen faster than I can read it.

Lorenzo's phone rings. He steps away to answer while Rogue opens another window.

"Webb owns an apartment in Hartford. No wife, no kids. Business registered eight years ago." He clicks again. "Nothing connecting him financially to Calloway."

"But he was in that alley," Savage says.

"Yeah."

"So keep looking."

Rogue gives him a look. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing?"

Savage raises both hands. I barely hear them. My eyes are on Lilah's phone, her voice still in my head.

Let Jinx go.

Lorenzo comes back to the table. "We have the Pickup."

I turn. "What?"

"One of my guys found it on a service station camera."

Rogue abandons Webb's file immediately. "Where?"

Lorenzo gives him the location, and Rogue pulls up a map. "That's thirty-eight miles south."

"How old is this information?"

"Twenty-three minutes."

My pulse kicks. "Which direction?"