Chapter Four
“Sorry, never heard of the guy,” I replied, frantically searching every corner of my mind for any reference, any contact or any indication someone else knew about my history with the man who killed my family. I had spent months tracking down the name Roland Teach and even longer finding the man himself. Only three people knew about my search: Amir, my friend, landlord and informant in London, Nicole Remay, my contact in the coroner’s office, and the man standing next to me, Rey Sanchez—my former police partner. It seemed unlikely any of them would spill the details of my case, but two were across the ocean, one was right in front of me.
I motioned to Rey with my best ‘get help’ gesture. He seemed to get the message quickly and dashed back into the building.
“Don’t play dumb
