Vaughn had to wonder, did Carla's theory hold water? Was she right and all of this was about more than a quick payday?
It wasn't Vaughn's job to figure that out. He had to help get Jared Moss back to the states. That was it.
"This is us." Nolan found a spot and parked along a side street.
"Don't die." Brenden opened the back door and was gone. For such a big guy, he moved like a ghost. One moment he was there, then he wasn't.
"Should be a fun afternoon," Nolan muttered.
"Yeah, well, I question your use of the word fun. Check you later." Vaughn opened his door and stepped out onto the street.
The salty tang on the air was soured by a rotting aroma he could almost taste.
Trash.
Yeah, he'd read about the garbage washing up along the Lebanon shores. It had been one of the first interne
