“Yeah, he was in the dining room the last time I saw him.”
“Skip?” the detective asked.
“Dr. Skip Jones,” Uncle Jerry replied. “He’s Junior’s personal physician.”
The man glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. “You really have a personal physician?”
My frown grew deeper when every laughed, including Lyn. “A lot of people have personal physicians.”
“Not on speed dial,” Uncle Jerry pointed out. “Most people don’t have an infirmary in their homes either.”
I sniffled, jutting my chin out. “Maybe I’m just smarter than them.”
“Who’s not allowed to drive because they’ve crashed thirteen cars?”
I stuck my tongue out at my uncle.
Chapter Fourteen
Salvador
“I think I found something else.”
I hurried over to my desk and hovered over the top of Lyn looking at his computer screen. “What am I looking at here?”
“I was able to get the license plate number off a deli security cam a block from the drug house. The vehicle owner is listed as… Eduardo Salazar.”
My jaw clenched.
“But have a look at this.”
Lyn pulled up another screen, which showed the same vehicle at a different location. This time it was parked and a man in a dark suit was getting out and walking around to open the rear passenger seat door. That wasn’t too weird in itself, but the man that climbed out of that back seat certainly was.
“That’s Eben Juarez.”
“Well, according to the DMV registration, it’s Eduardo Salazar,” Lyn stated before looking up at the storyboard. “Looks like Lany pulled another one out of his hat.”
“Care to explain that to those of us that were late to class?” Jerry asked.
“Lany theorized that Eben Juarez, Anton Gambino, Viggo Marcus, and possibly Eduardo Salazar were all the same man and his name was most likely Fernandez and that he was connected to the Fernandez Cartel.”
I smirked when Jerry and Mike slowly panned to look at Lany. I knew my baby was smart. Sometimes I wished he wasn’t this smart simply because I didn’t want him in danger, but I also knew without his brain we’d be screwed.
“I’ve heard a couple of those names,” Sparks stated, “but not Juarez or Salazar.”
“Sal, fill him in,” Jerry ordered. “You know more about this case than I do.”
I nodded and then started the long explanation. “We know that Juarez is wanted by the Colombian government in connection to the killing of three medical personnel at a hospital where he worked. Juarez is a former doctor whose license was revoked for prescribing illicit drugs. He was also suspected of diverting orders of temazepam and selling them illegally.”
“We also know from when he kidnapped Lany that Juarez was also using temazepam to traffic in slaves.” Lyn let out a very rude snort. “If Vinnie hadn’t bought him, we probably never would have seen him or his other victims again.”
“When he tried to sell Lany, we were part of an FBI taskforce that was able to take him and his men down and rescue the victims. Unfortunately, an undercover FBI agent lost his life during the rescue.”
Lany was still beating himself up over that one.
“Juarez was supposed to be behind bars, but we had an officer we trust do a face check, and he discovered the man in Juarez’s prison cell is not Juarez.” I waved my hand toward Lyn. “Lyn here was able to find questionable finances on a couple of the prison guards, but it will take more investigation before we know for sure if they were involved.”
“Okay,” Mike said, “and who is Anton Gambino? I assume with a last name like that he’s somehow involved with the Gambino family?”
