CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
As soon as Dax got into the car, Serg updated him. Late last night, Mauri had called Serg to fill him in on their new arrangement. Having Serg on the case was reassuring, Mauri had chosen a point man Dax could trust. On the downside, Serg didn’t excel at taking initiative, so Dax would have to drive this wagon.
That being said, when they pulled up outside an apartment block about an hour after leaving the beach house, Serg spoke with authority.
“Winlow’s in there, top floor,” Serg said, leaning forward to peer out of the top of the windshield. “Least that’s what we’ve been told.”
“Told?”
“He’s wanted by the law,” Serg said, sitting back. “No one’s seen him in the flesh for a while. But you know Winlow, if there’s a memo going around the ganglands, his name will be
