Anything else would be about me, not her.
Dante dropped a folder in front of me.
"Permit pulls."
I opened it.
Three businesses had rotated through the south side address in four years. Printing company. Small import office. Temporary storage lease. All paper thin, all dissolved quickly, all linked through overlapping filing agents.
Front after front.
"Whoever built this knew paperwork," I said.
"Or paid somebody who did."
"Same thing."
Kane looked over from the far table. "Dex sent another update."
I held out my hand.
He passed the phone.
Reyes had stopped at an auto shop north side. Stayed eleven minutes.
No listed appointment.
No repair need we knew of.
I handed the phone back.
"Dead drop?" Kane asked.
"Maybe. Or message pickup."
"You want me there?"
"No. Stay on Palme
