CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I really thought these days were behind me,” Dax said, getting out of the truck to stride onto the sidewalk.
Blaser fell into step beside him. “Tell me about it.”
They’d already visited the corner apartment building. Twice in one week was more than he liked. After this exchange was over, he never wanted to lay eyes on Rafe again.
Dax went into the extended entry corridor first. Without internal lighting, they relied on the daylight that drifted through the shadows from outside. Pond dwellers like Rafe should be stuck in dank places like that. The sad fact was that even the money Blaser was about to hand over wouldn’t change much for the crook.
They went up the stairs and along another corridor to Rafe’s door. Shoulder to shoulder, Blaser made brief eye contact with
