Butcher's POV
“Tell me you've got something f*****g useful.”
Sword slid a photograph across my desk.
“Traffic camera caught this SUV following Natalie's Kia before the accident.”
I studied the dark gray vehicle.
“How long?”
“Couple of minutes. Two intersections before she crashed.”
“Driver?”
“Wasn't Travis.”
Crank crossed his arms.
“So we've got Travis hanging around a Boilers garage, a tracker planted on Natalie's car, and another asshole following her.”
“Exactly,” Sword answered.
I stared at the photograph.
Some motherfucker had been watching my pregnant woman minutes before somebody shot out her tire.
“Where's the SUV?”
“Last spotted near an industrial area outside Anderson. Brothers are checking the garages.”
“Find it. And find the bastard driving.”
Crank studied me.
