Chapter 9
Ted came back out a half hour later. “Well, the messages came from a burner phone. That’s about all I have right now, but I’ll keep working on it.”
“Thanks, Ted. We appreciate it.”
“No problem, Frank. Glad to help.”
That meant we’d be running with what we had for the time being. There were five lakes nearby and we didn’t have a clue which was the planned dump spot. If we were going to have any chance of getting to the bottom of things, we needed help.
I called Alana, and Frank disappeared.
When he returned twenty minutes later, he had a smile on his face and a spring in his step. “Let’s roll.”
Back at the office, Alana stood at the locked office door, waiting. She was wearing black jeans, a black jacket, and black sneakers; she was ready to get serious. We went inside and
