Chapter 182: No New Leads
DANTE POV
A week of nothing.
That was the summary of the past seven days—no gray cars, no blue cars, no man with the specific sitting posture that Drew had described with the accuracy of a child who noticed things correctly. The undercover officers Cameron had arranged had been in position around the school, around the facility, around the street outside our rental—and they'd reported nothing unusual. No vehicles matching Drew's descriptions. No one paying sustained attention to the wrong things.
I'd been watching too.
That was the part I didn't report to Cameron in full detail, the extent of my own watching—the specific heightened attention I'd been running since Drew had come into the kitchen on that Sunday and told me about the pattern. I'd been clocking c
