(Ridge)
I drove for a while with no real direction, just letting the road pass under me while I went over everything again in my head. There were only two names left now, and everything else had been handled clean. It should have felt close to done, but it didn’t sit right with me yet.
I kept replaying the list in my head, going over who was left and what I knew about them. Jared Flynn was one of them, and he was already harder to track than the others. That alone made him a problem, and problems didn’t fix themselves.
I turned down another street and slowed a little, not because I needed to but because I was thinking it through again. The timing didn’t sit right, and neither did the way he had already moved once before we got to him. That meant he was paying attention, or someone was h
