"Then I'll see what I can dig up.Give me a day or two."
"Thanks, man."
"Be careful.Guys like that don't play fair."
"Neither do I."
I hang up and text Jonah next.
Need more info on Randall Shelly.Whatever you can find.Service record, complaints, anything buried.
You're really going after this guy?
Yeah.
Your funeral.I'll see what I can pull.
Do me a favor and get eyes on Carla Alexander’s car for me.It’s a Honda parked in the apartment’s lot next to my truck.I give him her license plate number.I wanted to make sure no one planted any nasty surprises on it. Jonah could reprogram a security camera or activate a drone or do some sort of NASA shit on it.
I’ll see what I can arrange on short notice.
Sorry man.
The things I do for you.
The shower turns off, and a few minutes later, Carla emerges wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of her sleep shorts.Her hair is damp, her face scrubbed clean, and she looks younger.Softer.
Beautiful.
"Coffee?"I ask.
"Please."
I pour her a cup, and she wraps her hands around it like she's trying to absorb the heat.
"I made some calls," I say."Got some guys looking into Randall.Should have information in a day or two."
"What kind of information?"
"Service record.Complaints.Who his friends are.Who might be helping him."
"You think he has people helping him?"
"Adam Hagelin was watching you.That means Randall called in a favor.And if he called in one, he can call in more."
She nods, her expression grim."His team is loyal.They'd do anything for him."
"Even help him stalk his ex-girlfriend?"
"They don't see it that way.They see it as helping their brother get his girl back."She takes a sip of coffee."Randall has this way of spinning things.Making himself the victim.Making me the bad guy.By the time he's done talking, everyone believes him."
"I don't."
"You're different."
"How?"
"You listen.You see me.Most people just see what they want to see."
