A carefully worded call to home base proved that Gage hadn’t contacted Adelaide or showed any sign of returning. And the GPS tracker installed in Dakota’s car put it somewhere in Detroit.
He could think of only one reason why Gage would go to the city. He had no friends or family there. But it was close. And scoring heroin shouldn’t be that difficult, especially with a decent mode of transportation and a stack of cash at his disposal.
Dakota hated himself for thinking it. Gage had been clean for thirteen years. They celebrated it last month. It was a bigger deal to Gage than his birthday or any holiday. The exact moment he got clean. He was so proud of it.
But on the other hand, if anything could throw somebody off the wagon, killing a person for the first time might.
If his suspicions
