Chapter 23“Martin Schofield. Mendham, New Jersey,” Sean read off of the redhead’s driver’s license. From the birth date, Sean found that he was twenty-four years old. “Just a kid.”
Schofield’s hair was longer in the photo. His freckles were more noticeable too, though Sean had never really gotten a close look at his face. After gazing at the half-grin in the picture, Sean shook his head and returned the license to the wallet. He thumbed through the other items that were tucked away in sleeves. When he found a slip of paper with a handwritten, four-digit number followed by a pound sign, he removed it and shoved it in the front pocket of his pants. With any luck, it was the gate code to Albano’s estate.
Sean had used a little of Schofield’s cash to buy himself a cheap baseball cap, a T-shi
