Broadrick gave up on the haphazard escape. He must have realized the unlikelihood of it happening. I turned into town and started for the neighborhood I'd been exploring before Lainey called. Clues didn't wait around forever.
The address I scoped out earlier differed from the address Ace Ross listed on the bed-and-breakfast sign-in form. I wanted to ask why he'd lie, but the man was a criminal-a dead one. Lying had a top spot in their playbook. It left questions, though. How did a dead guy have two different addresses? Who paid his rent? Did crime really pay that well? Did I need a career change?
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and thought about it.
No.
I'd be a horrible criminal. None of them followed the rules.
Sure, I broke the rules too but only the stupid ones. Or t
