Chapter 21“Montoya wasn’t on Metro’s radar at all?” Lumbergh pressed, his teeth punishing a second stick of gum as he watched brake lights flare up ahead of Holman’s car. “Did you even know he was in the state?”
“No,” said Holman, her hands clenching the steering wheel as she pressed down on the brakes. “Damn this traffic.” Her gaze shifted to Lumbergh for a few seconds before returning to the road. She looked as if she wanted to say something else.
Her hesitation wasn’t lost on Lumbergh. “What is it?”
Holman shook her head, sighing. “About a month ago, a police dispatcher got an anonymous call. Some guy with a thick Spanish accent insisting he saw Lautaro Montoya outside a gas station on the north side of town.”
Lumbergh twisted in his seat. “And you’re just now telling me this? You k
