He shouldn’t have agreed to let Liz come over later. Melanie didn’t need any pressure to talk about the night of the accident. Vince sat in his car a bit down the road from Pickering’s warehouse, where he’d been for twenty minutes. He checked the time. Again. No sign of Pickering or Farrelly, their cars, or for that matter, any movement inside. It was a weekday and it made no sense the place was closed.
Unless you’re really going under.
Unless you’re really going under.Somehow he doubted it. Pickering was too cocky at his house this morning. At least until he found out why Vince was there.
The envelope was on the passenger seat. He could multi-task.
He slid a key under the flap and opened it, emptying the contents onto the seat.
Two white, sealed envelopes were inside, along with a se
