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The plate-reader hit bothered me because of how little it gave us. One car had passed one camera at one specific moment on a road we had already torn apart while trying to find Millie.
Back then, Kinsley’s sedan mattered because it connected somebody close to Havoc to one of the routes Hell’s Fire had been using. We had been looking for where Millie was being moved, which properties mattered, and which direction gave us the best chance of getting to her.
Kinsley herself had been background.
Now the question was different. We needed to know where her car had been before that camera saw it.
Benny sat beside me at the clubhouse table with two laptops open and a county map stretched across one screen. We had spent most of the morning rebuilding the route backward instead of forward,
