Tuesday — 12:18 p.m.
True's POV
“Victor Salazar.”
I stared at the photograph Collins had sent.
A dark-haired man in his forties, wearing an expensive suit and the expression of someone who'd never been told no.
Morgan stood beside me.
“That's our connection?”
“Possibly. Whitmore needs to identify him.”
Cyber looked up.
“Collins arranged a photographic lineup. Whitmore's attorney is present.”
Trident leaned against the table.
“Think he'll cooperate?”
“He's facing serious charges for what he did to Vina,” I answered.
“Cooperating might be the smartest decision he's made in years.”
Morgan snorted.
“Wouldn't take much.”
The monitor flickered.
Collins appeared.
“Everyone ready?”
Edge stepped forward.
“Tell me.”
“Whitmore identified Victor Salazar as the man who paid him fi
