Chapter Sixteen
Ambrose drives at the same steady pace he always does. I don't think I've ever met someone so consistent.
“It looks like Ralph lives a few blocks from Connect X,” Ambrose says as we come to a halt in front of an orange light. “Maybe that’s where he went when we couldn’t find him.”
“Do you think he did it?” I'm not sure what makes me ask the question, or why it matters. This is where the evidence is taking us at the moment, so this is where we are.
Ambrose hums. “It’s hard to tell without meeting him.”
“So what do we know about him?”
“Well, he only moved to the city a couple of years ago, but he worked at a different Connect X branch before. He pays his rent on time, he brings in a lot of clients and jobs for the firm, and always goes for drinks with his colleagues on
