Nash slid back into the driver’s seat. “How long do you think it’ll take Robert to figure out that we convinced the doctor to keep him at the hospital under supervision?”
Rowan shut the door and crossed another name off their list. “Hopefully long enough for us to get through Phase 1 of your plan.”
They’d spent the morning quietly checking everywhere somebody might legally stay to see if someone with a Texas driver’s license had registered in the past three weeks. Nash didn’t know if they’d get a hit or not. If their perp or perps thought their gaslighting campaign was successful, they might not expect Rowan to follow up on this kind of a lead. They might have gotten sloppy. Or he and Rowan were running around on a wild goose chase. Either way, it made her feel like she was doing somethi
