CHAPTER NINE
“Both the killings are linked to meth,” Stuart said as he cut into a stack of pancakes at the diner across from their hotel.
“That can’t be coincidence,” Alexa said, working her way through a pair of scrambled eggs and a side of bacon.
Alexa felt better after a few hours of sleep and getting some food into her. While she and Stuart had their disagreements, they both agreed on having a big breakfast. Most officers did, because the way the job ran you ragged, you never knew when you’d eat again. Best to fuel up when you could.
Alexa’s laptop sat on the table next to them, turned so both of them could see it. They were reading through the case file together.
“They didn’t get the cook in the Navajo case either,” Stuart said as they went through the suspect list.
“Not much in
