“I want someone we trust to personally face-check Juarez and Carbonados and make sure the men that are supposed to be them are actually them.”
Lany turned in my arms and looked up at me. “You think they could be fakes?”
“I think if you pay a person enough money, especially a prison inmate, they’d do just about anything. That’s why I want someone we trust to go to the prison and personally lay eyes on them.”
“Call Officer Anderson and ask him to do it,” Lany suggested.
I’d forgotten about him.
“I’ll call him right now,” I said as I pulled my cell phone out and began to dial. “Lyn, I’ll need you to send Rory pictures of these two men if he agrees to go check for me.”
“On it,” Lyn called out without looking up from his laptop. “I just need his number.”
As soon as Rory answered his phone, I told him what I needed him to do. Once he agreed, I had Lyn send him the mug shots of the two men. I also warned Rory not to talk to anyone about this and that it was an ongoing case. He was to report to me directly.
My cell phone rang the moment I hung up with Rory. I checked the screen to see who it was and then swiped my finger across it to answer. “Carlos.”
“I have a possible name for you.”
“I’m listening,” I told him as I snapped my fingers at Lyn to get his attention.
“Eduardo Salazar,” Carlos stated. “One of my men overheard some guys mentioning that name as someone with some power both here and in Mexico. I don’t know if this is an alias or if this guy even exists, but it’s a place to start.”
“Thanks, Carlos. I’ll have Lyn look into it.”
“I’ll call you if I hear anything else.”
“Same.” I hung up and glanced at Lyn. “Look into a man named Eduardo Salazar. Carlos said one of his men overheard this guy’s name mentioned. Look here and in Colombia and Mexico.”
Lyn nodded and started typing.
“Lany, add that name to the storyboard as an unknown.”
I slid my phone back into my pocket as I watched Lany write the name down on a sticky note and then stick it to the storyboard. While I was glad that we had another name to look into, it was another name to add to our growing list of suspects.
“Why do I feel as if we’re missing something big here?” I mused, mostly to myself, but Lany must have heard me, as he shook his head.
“We are,” he replied. “We just don’t know what it is yet.”
I knew investigations took time, but the anxiousness pitting my stomach told me our time was running out. Something was coming, and if we weren’t prepared, we were going to be in a lot of trouble.
“Lany, go tell Brant to make sure the estate is fully locked down.”
Lany lifted both eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, and that worries me.”
“Crap!” Lany rubbed a hand down his face. “If you’re worried, we’re in deep shit.”
“Which is why I want the estate on lockdown.”
Better safe than sorry.
Chapter Thirteen
Lany
I hurried down the hallway to the security room. “Brant, Sal wants the estate on lockdown.”
