The moment they were in the car, Joe rounded on Derek. “What the hell were you doing there, and why? Didn’t you trust me to do what I was supposed to?”
“Back off and breathe,” Derek replied. He’d had a feeling that Joe might be upset, but he wasn’t prepared for the anger that laced his words.
“Back off? Are you kidding? I got the photos you wanted and for damned sure they show him watching us like he’d have killed us both if he’d had the chance.”
“I’m sure they do, but I needed more than that to get the police to do something. I needed an actual threat from him.”
“Then why didn’t you wire me or something?”
“I did.”
“What the f**k? And you didn’t tell me? How? Oh, s**t. The knife, right? Or the sheath.”
Derek nodded. “The sheath. I’m sorry. Maybe I should have let you know but as I s
