Rogue snapped to attention and flipped off the cameras in sequence, starting with camera #1, all the way to camera #12.
Mac grinned at her and pulled her into his body. “That’s my sexy criminal,” he whispered into her ear, his hand hooked into one of her belt loops.
“We can hear and see you,” Trevor said stonily. Mac took his hands off his mate. Trevor motioned to Canyon that he had the floor.
“We’ve got eyes on all those houses,” Canyon told Mac. “That’s Street Zero—where Paisley White was taken from.”
Mac was nodding. “I remember. We’re here because a bartender at Mugshots said she dropped Sage Greene off at this address once.”
“Onlyfoxenlived on that street,” Canyon said.
Trevor raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
Canyon tapped Predator and pulled up their map of Street Zero. It showed the houses, and a list of the few names that they knew of the people who had lived there. Trevor read them out.
Abigail White
Wheaton White
Mina White
Rissa White
Paisley White
Fredgar White
Frannie White
Bristol White
Glendale White
Markham White
Trevor read through the list twice. “Where’s our workups on all of them?”
Canyon swiped the screen and pulled up what they knew about thefoxenwho had lived on Street Zero—little more than what could be found on a driver’s license.
Trevor tried to swipe the screen again.
“That’s all there is, LT,” Canyon said. “That’s all we know. I sent you a report on this two weeks ago—did you read it?”
Trevor waved his hand. “I read it. It said several conflicting things were found in the records and that shouldn’t be possible.”
Canyon agreed wholeheartedly. It shouldn’t be possible. Before he could speak, Mac asked a question.
“Does Abigail White own this house?”
“Yeah,” Canyon told him. “That house and every other house on the street and they’re all empty.”
Mac cupped his hands against the front window and looked inside. “It’s full of furniture.”
“They left in a hurry. Everything’s still inside—clothes, furniture, electronics. Someone hired a cleaning company to empty the fridges and pantries, but little else was touched. We haven’t been inside—we have no legal reason.”
“Who hired the cleaning company?”
