Thursday — 1:42 p.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
Edge's POV
“Tell me that's the son of a bitch.”
Chain stood across from my desk, his laptop displaying the surveillance photograph Commander Perez had sent.
“Perez's team just confirmed it, Prez. That's Esteban Reyes.”
I leaned forward, studying the man standing beside a black SUV.
“Finally.”
Train stepped closer.
“Any sign of Isabel?”
“Not yet. But they've confirmed that somebody's been staying at the property outside Guadalajara.
"Groceries, household supplies, regular deliveries.”
True entered with Trident behind her.
“Perez has another lead,” she announced.
I looked up.
“Let's hear it.”
“The vehicle Esteban arrived in was spotted outside a private medical office four days ago.”
My jaw tightened.
“Another med
