Chapter Twelve
“What do you mean Mickey called her?” Nate was sitting in a room at the courthouse, having just testified about his last case.
“Well, he called your sister. We’re still working to find out how he knew to do that,” Wayne clarified.
“You let me just sit here all day like nothing was wrong? What the hell?” Nate stood and turned to leave.
“Wait a minute. There’s more to it than a call.”
“Spit it out!” He was beyond trying to be calm anymore.
“He said he was coming to get his stuff. And he promised that if his men found her, he wasn’t going to be responsible for what they did.”
“You didn’t think this was important? I wasn’t even really needed here. You saw the jury; they didn’t need to hear from me to convict him.”
“Calm down!” Wayne stood. “You think I don’t know you are
