“Information only,” I said. “No questions at the stations. No visits to the trailer. Nobody follows the sedan.”
Benny’s brow lifted. “You sent a plate to a tracker and now you’re ordering him not to track the car.”
“I’m ordering you not to spook Hell’s Fire.”
“I know how to do my job.”
“I know. That’s why you’re here.”
He studied me. “Why am I here?”
“I just told you.”
“No, you told me why you trust me. Why did you need me to run the plate when you could’ve done it yourself?”
“I was busy.”
Benny’s mouth curled. “Aww. You just wanted to see me.”
“Don’t make me throw you out.”
“You’d have to finish your sandwich first.”
I took another bite and glared at him.
His grin widened before he turned back to the laptop.
He opened a property database and moved through ownership records,
