Daryl barely had time to process the security footage before his phone buzzed. Unknown number.
He hesitated before answering. “Daryl here.”
A deep sigh came from the other end. Then, a familiar voice. Martin Anderson.
“Detective,” Martin said, his tone heavy. “We need to talk. Now.”
Daryl straightened. The last time Martin had given him information, it had led to a dead informant. “Talk.”
“Not over the phone.”
Daryl clenched his jaw. “I don’t have time for now, Mr. Anderson.”
“This is important. Meet me at the old train yard, west side. Thirty minutes.”
The call ended.
Kyle, who had been listening, raised a brow. “That sounded shady as hell.”
“Yeah.” Daryl grabbed his jacket. “Stay here and keep looking into that SUV. I’ll handle this.”
Kyle scoffed. “Like hell you will. I’m com
