Ten days later, Cameron walked into the laundry after breakfast. Ruth had gotten her work assignment changed for the day. Annie was on hold for her parole hearing, just waiting and pacing until they were ready to talk to her, and Cameron was to replace her for the day.
The DEA suspected that the laundry was the center for everything but they’d searched it thoroughly several times during the shakedowns and always come up empty handed. Maybe, just maybe, Cameron could find the key.
“Hey, Andrews. Welcome aboard,” Tuck called. She was supervising several women who were separating sheets and blankets and putting them in bins to be washed. There were eight women in the laundry besides Cam and Tuck. Each went about her business of putting batches of laundry into the giant fifty-pound washing m
