A TIRED BELLA PULLED up in front of Jandy’s house just after eleven-thirty p.m. She gently shook Nathan awake, then got out, stretched, and retrieved a sleeping Charlie from the back seat.
“Glad you made it in safely,” Jandy murmured. “Wasn’t expecting you guys until tomorrow, though. What’s going on? Everything okay?”
“Fine,” Nathan said. “We just had to accelerate our arrival. I need to work a case.”
“Not before tomorrow morning, you’re not,” Jandy chided. “Come on in. The guest room’s all set up for you.”
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AT NINE A.M. ON WEDNESDAY, April the eleventh, a refreshed Nathan Thomas was sitting across from Joe, drilling down into the list of targets Trish had provided.
“You have a task force that can help reach out?” he asked.
“I do,” Joe replied. “I’ve sent that list out
