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The runner stayed ahead of us for another forty minutes before he finally gave us a place to end the tail.
He left Red Mesa, stopped at a gas station long enough to buy something inside, then drove to an apartment complex on the northern edge of North Town. Benny photographed the building number while I continued past and turned at the next intersection.
We gave him enough time to park before circling once on a public road. His pickup was in the lot near one of the rear buildings, and there was no reason to risk another pass.
Benny sent the address, plate, and final timestamp to Jarek.
“Detective?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Neither of us suggested getting closer.
Jarek had already called him while we were still following the runner. By the time we reached the clubhouse, the detective
