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BROOKLYN
“I don’t know who the f**k that is, but I’m going to find out,” Mason grumbled as he watched the video. “I have a friend in L.A. who can help.” He watched it again with narrowed eyes, studying it. “If only Blake didn’t put the camera so far away, we could see who it is.” He shut the laptop and put it under his arms. “So far everyone at the department is accounted for. It doesn’t look like any of them are on their way here to pay a visit.”
“So he’s safe for now?” I asked.
Mason nodded. “Relatively, for now. When are you going back home?”
“I only came here to confront dipshit for leaving me. I wasn’t planning on staying.”
He glanced quickly at Camden and then started for the door. “I’m going to get this turned in and see what my people can find. Hopefully, we’ll hear someth
