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Wray was already on his way when Stacey’s twenty minutes were up. He hated to sit back and let her go after this guy alone, but he had to trust her. That didn’t mean he was going to like it or not follow her.
He parked behind her vehicle on the street and stared at it. She hadn’t called him back. He wanted to be patient, but it wasn’t his strong suit.
He dialed Marcus first. If Stacey was in trouble, Wray didn’t want to call her and make her situation worse.
“Yeah?” Marcus answered.
“Marcus, it’s Wray. Listen, you’re not going to like this, but Stacey went after that guy you’re looking for. Oscar something. I think she needs help.”
“f**k. That’s not good news. Where is she?”
“She’s at a metal fab place by the river.”
“When did she get there?” Marcus’s voice went deadly still.
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