Lacoti Marci knew about his wife coming to us. I hadn't been careful enough. And my carelessness was about to cost a woman her life.
Fuck me.
And in this letter, I wasn't even sure how she had gotten it to me, she had pointed out Marci's plots she had overheard to kill her.
I gazed at the flash drive, and contemplated checking the video out but that could cost us time.
I pushed my chair backwards immediately and hurriedly left the office. I dialed Matt's cell, he answered on the third ring. “You don't call unless something is wrong.”
“Lacoti knows his wife was here…”
“I'm headed your way…”
Everyone knew who Lacoti was. My hands were dirty, drenched in blood even but Lacoti's was much worse. He killed without remorse, r***d and sold off people for sport. And Matt knew what this meant
