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“Hey, Becks. What’s up?”
“I found it.”
“What?”
“The smoking g*n. Wilkes didn’t pay for a hit man. He posted a message on a website run by the West Side Jaguars.”
“The Jags have a website? That’s rather bold.”
“No kidding, right? Even the d**g gangs are going high tech. Thing is, Wilkes posted a comment on the site that he knew Fitzgerald r***d Cabrera’s daughter and told them where Fitzgerald would be on the night he was killed. He totally set him up.”
Even though Indigo was already cleared, there was still some reckoning to be had. I suspected he was the one who sent the Jags after us as well. “Send me what you got. I want to see Wilkes’s face when I tell him he’s busted.”
“Will do.”
I hopped in the Charger and raced like a madwoman to Scottsdale. I wished I already had a moto
