Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

stared. “Gray case? What gray case?”

I closed my eyes for half a beat.

Damn.

Sandra looked up sharply. “You had something in your vehicle?”

“Not mine,” I said. “Pool car transfer. I picked it up Friday and didn’t unload because this was supposed to be lunch and then home.”

Pierce’s face went flat. “Reed.”

“I know.”

Inside my trunk sat a lockbox handoff package continue reading …