“Did you get any sleep?” Wayne asked Rae when she joined them in their motel room the next morning. “You look like you’re dragging.”
Rae waggled her hand, taking the laptop out of her bag, putting it on the desk. “A couple of hours, but missing sleep was worth it. Get Matt up here and I’ll show you.”
While Lou called, she put on a pair of latex gloves then got two discs from the bag. “There’s no fingerprints on them. I made sure of that,” she said as she put one into the laptop’s optical drive, getting a smile of approval from Wayne.
“Damn, you’re good,” Matt said twenty minutes later, admiration in his voice and the look he gave her.
She had combined the videos she’d taken the previous evening with the ones she had of Regotti the day he was released from prison. The melding was so per
