DAXTON POV
The meeting with Watson was going about as smoothly as a train wreck. The DEA agent leaned casually against the wall of the Plant Museum courtyard, looking far too calm for my liking. His demeanor grated on my nerves. This wasn’t some casual exchange of information; Maria’s life was on the line.
**“The Caputos are good at covering their tracks,”** Watson began, his tone level but blunt. **“They’ve got people in the local police force and probably in a few other places too. Anything official is tied up in red tape. I don’t have enough to get a warrant, let alone launch a full-scale investigation.”**
I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. **“What about the footage from Club Inferno?”** I asked, cutting through the tension like a blade. **“Hunter, you said you
