Chapter Twenty-One
By the time the rest of the team rejoined Womack and Calloway at six a.m. Thursday morning, there’d been some progress made.
“What we watched last night is pure gold, I’m telling you,” a tired Grace Womack told Nathan once she’d motioned him, Hank, and Rick over.
“We’ve got two different Sundays so far that show a lot of activity all day long – specifically, drugs being transferred from one car chassis to another. The quality of the video is top-notch. More than enough for warrants, for sure.”
She pointed to her screen.
“I tried to rename those two files for easier identification,” she continued, “but my user access wouldn’t allow for it. Somebody should put some subfolders in here or something, so that we can more readily find the ones we’ve already looked at and a
