Jax
I spread the files out on the table in the main room, everything I'd managed to dig up over two days of calling in favors from people who owed me enough not to ask too many questions. Ryder, Mason, and Zoe crowded around, all three of them quiet as I laid out what I'd found.
"Daniel Reyes," I said, tapping the old newspaper clipping I'd tracked down from a library archive two counties over. "Died fifteen years ago. Official report says single vehicle accident, ran off a mountain road at night, no other cars involved."
"But you don't believe that," Zoe said, reading my tone correctly.
"I talked to the responding officer. Retired now, more willing to talk than he would've been on the job." I pulled out my notes, flipping to the relevant page. "He said the skid marks didn't match a dr
