CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
As each second ticked past, Ashley’s anxiety ratcheted up a notch. Her muscles tensed, she stared through the window into the cabin, waiting for Daniel to make his entrance. He had to act fast—before the group of d**g traffickers disbanded. With the suppliers having decided to move the cash exchange to another county, the TBI might not get another chance to catch them. And any evidence tying the d**g ring to the murders of Sarah and Violet could be lost.
Elkins continued to count the bills lying on the card table while Mr. Charger, the bald guy, and the guy in the red cap watched from their folding chairs.
Baldy started singing along with Johnny Cash.
“I fell into a burnin’—”
“Shut up,” Mr. Charger ordered, his voice harsh.
The bald guy did as he was told. A sense
