Wolfe stood to read over her shoulder. “More than ninety percent of illicit heroin is from Afghanistan’s opium poppy harvest.”
She glanced sideways. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yeah. What do you think I was doing in Afghanistan for so long?”
Her skin prickled. “How the heck should I know? You don’t tell me anything.”
“Fair enough.” Apparently, Wolfe had returned to being reasonable. He leaned closer to read the deciphered page and then stiffened. “We need to find this CEO Theresa Rhodes.”
“Yes.” Serena leaned back and studied the entire wall. “I have a feeling this page is kind of a table of contents, so I’m assuming one of these other pages corresponds to her.”
Wolfe rolled his neck. “What does a CEO of a sports company have to do with heroin?”
Dana looked at the many pages. “Well, let’s decode them.”
Serena grinned. “Ah, wouldn’t that be nice? But, no. Your friend used a different code for each page. Now that I understand this one, I’ll be able to extrapolate and crack the others, but it’ll take me a little time. She was impressive—I wish I could’ve met her.”
Nausea swirled in Dana’s stomach. “Yeah, she was pretty amazing. You would’ve liked her.”
Wolfe shook his head. “I’m so fed up with the drug trade. It’s everywhere, even in your business stories. Enough is enough.”
Dana nodded. “Yeah.” But they were getting closer. “Let’s have Brigid track down Theresa Rhodes. I don’t care if she’s on sabbatical. She’s the only one, so far, listed in Candy’s notes.”
Wolfe grasped her arm. “It’s time to go.”
“No. We don’t have the autopsy results yet.” Dana couldn’t leave without them, although she’d decided it’d be nice to have Wolfe on the trip home. They needed to talk.
“I read them. You don’t need to.” He turned for the door.
“The heck I don’t.” She set her feet. “Tell me, or I’m not moving an inch.”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll tell you on the way.”
Now she had to go.
Force came into view, irritation darkening his face. “I tried to buy you time, but the police need to talk to you about Candy again, Dana. They’re here, and I sent them to interrogation room one. I promised you’d talk to them right now.”
Dana sighed. “Might as well get this over with.”
Wolfe’s brows drew down. “If it goes late, we’ll stay at my house tonight and head to Tennessee early tomorrow morning.”
“It shouldn’t go late,” Dana said, sweeping by him. “Hopefully.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dana’s interview the night before had gone way too late, and Wolfe was still fighting irritation the next morning that he hadn’t been allowed to go in with her.
The last thing he needed right now was to sit in a truck for hours when he should be hunting down Rock. The dream from the other night, a flashback really, stuck in him like a rusty blade he couldn’t dislodge, so he’d had trouble sleeping again.
The interview had taken so long that they’d decided to stay at his house and head to Tennessee in the morning. They’d both gone to bed and pretty much passed out, and now they had to drive straight through to get to the wedding in time.
He controlled his emotions and drove away from his house at the crack of dawn, acutely aware of Roscoe staring at him from the back seat and Dana from his side. He’d left Kat with Pippa, and the kitten had meowed out of pleasure. There was no doubt Pippa snuck him treats.
“Well?” Dana asked, dressed in cutoff shorts and a plain heather-green T-shirt for the long drive. Her legs were long and tan, and his mouth kept watering, even though her eyes were exhausted and her face pale. “I let you be quiet last night after my interview. Now it’s time you gave me the autopsy report.”
“I left it at the office,” he said, peering through the hazy day. It felt like another storm was coming.
“Wolfe,” she snapped.
