ROBERT REALLY WAS AN FBI agent. Or at least his alleged profession seemed to be backed up by the contents of the wallet he gave me to paw through after we finally rolled to a stop.
As I perused the evidence, the one-body told me how he’d latched onto my trail in the first place. He’d been pulled into the warehouse-fire case by a suspicious insurance company, and off-site camera backups supported the business’s allegations. Then Robert had linked me to another possible scam involving Celia’s claim on her husband’s life-insurance policy.
“So, basically, you’re saying you’ve been following me around because my mom and that d**k-head animal torturer had the same insurance provider?”
Robert’s mouth maintained a straight line, but the skin on either side of his eyes crinkled up into what I co
