Chapter 66

In the interim, Maverick made coffee while Dirk went online to do the research he’d promised on the three cities they were considering.

At one point, Dirk frowned. “Looks like there’s no escaping the cartels unless we move to the middle of nowhere.”

Maverick came over to look. “Mexican ones,” he pointed out. “At least if we head to the north-west. The guy who came after you said Pichot was allied with the Columbians.”

“Speaking of which,” Fey said, “did the cops catch the bastard for the robbery? I haven’t been watching the news.”

“We have.” Maverick smiled maliciously. “According to one reporter, the burglar was caught because he dropped his cell phone. When the cops arrived at the motel where he was staying, he denied all knowledge of the burglary and claimed he’d been kidnapped and later dropped off behind the motel.”