(Dane)
I got to the compound just after nine.
Ridge was already in the church room with the door closed when I arrived. Crash nodded at me when I came through and pointed toward the back without being asked.
I knocked once and went in.
Ridge was at the table with papers spread out in front of him. He looked up when I came in and something in his face told me he'd been sitting with something since early this morning.
"Close the door," he said.
I closed it and sat down.
"You have something," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "I do."
He pushed a folder across the table toward me.
I opened it.
There were photos. Printed out. Surveillance shots from what looked like a camera outside The Spoke. A man coming and going over what looked like several weeks. Talking to staff. Sitting at the bar. St
