He pulls out his phone and starts swiping through photos. They're grainy, taken from a distance, but they show exactly what he's been describing. Logan's car parked outside the warehouse. Bikes I recognize as Rebels rides. Trucks with out-of-state plates.
"Good work," Devil tells him, and Lee straightens up a little at the praise. "Real good work. You did exactly what we needed you to do."
"What's next?" Lee asks.
Devil and I exchange another look. This is the moment where we have to decide how far to take this. We could go in ourselves, do our own recon, maybe even confront whoever's in that warehouse. But that would be risky, and it could blow everything we've been working toward.
Or we could do this the right way. The legal way.
"You head home," Devil tells Lee. "Get some rest. You've earned it."
"You sure? I can keep watching," he offers.
"We're sure." I clap him on the shoulder. "You've given us what we need. Let us take it from here."
Lee looks like he wants to argue, but he nods. "Alright. But if you need me for anything else, you call."
"We will."
We wait until Lee's gone before we speak again. The garage is quiet now, just the two of us and the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
"We need to call Chief Harrison," I say.
"I know." Devil pulls out his phone, staring at it. "But once we do this, there's no going back. If that warehouse is what we think it is, and the Clarks are involved, this whole thing is going to blow wide open."
"Good. That's what we want, isn't it? To shut down the Rebels, stop the drugs from coming into town?"
"Yeah, but it also means putting a bigger target on our backs. The Clarks have power in this town. If they find out we're the ones who brought the cops down on them…"
"Then we deal with it." I cross my arms. "We've been dealing with worse for years. At least this time we'll be doing it to protect people who matter."
Devil's quiet for a moment, then he nods. "You're right. Fuck it, let's do this."
He dials Chief Harrison's number, putting it on speaker so we can both hear. The chief picks up on the third ring.
"Devil. It's late. This better be good."
"It is," Devil says. "We've got information on that warehouse situation we've been working."
I hear papers rustling on the other end. "I'm listening."
"We've had someone watching Logan Matthews. Kid's been making regular trips to the old Strather warehouse on the south end. We've also got confirmation that Rebels members are frequenting the same location."
"How regular?"
"Three times in four days for Logan. The Rebels, we've seen at least four different members coming and going. There's also been shipments. Trucks with out-of-state plates delivering crates."
Harrison's quiet for a long moment. "You got pictures?"
"Yeah. Our guy got photos of the vehicles, the people, timestamps, everything."
"Send them to me. Now."
Devil pulls the phone away from his ear long enough to text the photos Lee sent us over to Harrison. We wait, listening to the silence on the other end as he looks through them.
"These are good," Harrison says finally. "Real good. This might be enough for a warrant."
"That's what we're thinking," I say. "We want to do this right, Chief. No cowboy shit, no going in blind. We want you to secure a warrant, do a legal search."
