Chapter Twenty-Two
Once again, Martin had been evasive and I’d only managed to confirm things I’d already ventured a best-guess at, though it had been intriguing to learn in the years since his supposed death, Martin had made acquaintances with some very powerful, motivated individuals. Not knowing his level of involvement with them concerned me. While I knew Clark’s end game, how could I be sure the one Martin’s associates were playing wasn’t the same?
It irritated me to admit Ramirez might have been on the money when he called me out on my naivety where Martin was concerned. Of course, when I pulled up to my house and found his police cruiser in the driveway, I decided I wasn’t prepared to allow him to gloat. I looked at Nicoh, who’d slobbered all over the front seat, dashboard and con
