Chapter Twenty-Two
The silence that follows Damir’s statement is so unnerving, Natalie’s response almost makes me jump. “Did you just say he’s there?”
“Yes.”
I grip the edge of the nearest countertop.
“You said his name is Kehoe?” Damir asks.
“That’s right,” Natalie replies.
“Hm. He rent one of my small units four months ago. Paid cash. Name he gave was Russell Nelson.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Grace dig out her own cell, tap the screen, and slip into the hallway.
“Listen to me, Damir.” Natalie’s voice takes on a steely tone. “Whatever name he’s using, he’s a wanted fugitive.”
After several deep exhales, Damir says, “What if I help you catch him?”
“Damir—”
“He rent Unit 37, all the way in back. What if I let him in, then lock gate so he can’t get out?”
Natalie brings
