Hank
The crew disperses, and I head back into my office, closing the door behind me. The laptop is still open on the desk—Marcus's DMV records pulled up, Carl Brennan's name highlighted at the top of the list.
I sit down and stare at the screen.
Carl Brennan. Thirty-four years old. Black pickup registered to an address in the next county. Two years served for transporting minors across state lines. Known associate of the Iron Wolves MC.
I pull up the file Marcus compiled and start reading.
Brennan's arrest was eight years ago. He was caught moving three girls—ages fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen—from Ohio to Pennsylvania. The case was solid, but the prosecution offered a plea deal. He took it, did his time, and walked out two years later.
Since then, he's kept his head down. No arres
