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“Brad Campbell?” I asked the Tom, as he sped down the winding road with Ethan and Josh on our rear.
“Yep. I’ve had someone listening out for me, and apparently, Brad didn’t show for work at seven this morning. A little more poking, and it turns out, no one’s actually seen, or spoken, to Brad since yesterday afternoon—when he ducked out of work early. And now ...” He glanced across to me. “... my source can’t get hold of him. He’s tried, but ringing his mobile gets a bounce-back.”
“Sounds a little like the brothers’ deal, in my opinion. How do we know this won’t just be another dead end?”
“We don’t. But it’s the best I have. And better than we could ask for after yesterday’s fiasco. Lewis has stuck his neck on the line feeding me this, and especially for passing me the Campbell priva
