CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kate didn’t travel very far after leaving the prison. She drove ten miles down the road, stopped by a McDonald’s for lunch, and then pulled over in the parking lot. While she ate a very dry and flavorless salad, she called up DeMarco. As the phone rang in her ear, it occurred to her that what she was about to ask could potentially get DeMarco in trouble. And as that reality sank in, she decided to hang up.
But before she could, DeMarco’s voice was in her ear. “Agent Wise. How are you?”
“I’m…good.”
A brief silence filled the line, broken by DeMarco’s musical chuckle. “You’re still working the case, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Find anything?”
“I think so. Not sure yet. I was hoping you could get me some information without tipping off Duran.”
“Kate…are you sure?”
She cal
