Chapter Twenty-Four
Ramirez wasn’t on duty when I called, but fortunately, he was nearby and directed me to his location. Of all places, he was at Starbucks. At night. Guy must need to get his coffee buzz on at all hours. I mentally slapped myself—who was I to judge? Right now, I was in dire need of his assistance and thanks to his late-night caffeine therapy session, he was able to come to my aid. A shout out to baristas working late everywhere.
As I pulled into the parking lot and eased into the first available space, the Toyota passed. Though the driver didn’t look in my direction, I caught a glimpse of something familiar. An Arizona Diamondbacks hat. I know, you’re probably thinking, duh, you’re in Phoenix—it’d be pretty common to see people wearing the home team’s swag—and you’d be
