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All Points
Pearland Police Department
“So, L.T.,” Danny, the young plainclothes detective said, “what’s the play?”
Whelan looked at him as he put the vehicle in reverse. “I figure it like this. We’ve got to find that Phoenix woman.”
“Yeah, from what the captain said, she’s the doer.”
“Bullshit!” Whelan barked as he accelerated hard enough that the tires squealed. “Our doer is that CIA boy, Brock Paladin. I’ve met Peyton Phoenix, and I’m telling you, she ain’t got it in her. But Paladin, for whatever reason, he’s really got a thing for these bikers. From looking at his photo, he’s a match for the Terminator guy from the bar, that night Peyton Phoenix was attacked. No, we need to find the woman just to get her out of harm’s way. Not to mention that she can corroborate that Paladin i
