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I hadn’t even sat down at my desk when the phone rang.
“Detective Lopes.”
The gritty voice on the other end of the line crackled through the old receiver, like a broken radio transmission reaching from some forgotten world. "I've got what you need, Detective," the voice assured me, brimming with a nervous edge that made my instincts twitch.
"Who am I talking to?" I asked, glancing around the station to ensure no prying ears were within range. The caller chuckled, a low, raspy sound.
"Call me a concerned citizen," he replied, his tone mocking the cliché. "But if you want the goods on Horseshoe Lake, we'll need to meet."
Suspicion gnawed at my gut. It felt off, like walking into a setup, yet the urgency in his voice suggested a sliver of truth might be lurking in his words. I scribbled down notes as we spoke, the pen scratching loudly in the quiet of my desk.
"How do I know you're legit? Why should I trust you?" I pressed, needing to vet his credibility.
"You don't, Detective. But I know about the meet-ups, the late-night loads off the books, and the players involved. I can give you names, dates."
His offer dangled in front of me—a breakthrough, potentially huge, but at what risk? "Why come forward now?" I questioned, probing for his motive.
There was a pause, a breath taken on the other end. "Let's just say not everyone agrees with how things are run. And maybe I got my own scores to settle."
We agreed to meet at a remote rest stop, far enough from town to avoid immediate attention yet close enough to control the situation if things went south. "And I want protection," he added quickly. "Immunity or something. I'm not going down for this."
"I can't promise anything without knowing what you have. But if your information checks out, I'll see what I can do about keeping you out of the crosshairs."
"Fair enough," he said before hanging up.
I sat back in my chair, the phone still warm in my hand. Was I walking into a trap? It was a chance I had to take. After briefing Jake on the situation in vague terms and checking my service weapon twice, I headed out.
Arriving early, I chose a spot that gave me a clear view of the entire area. The rest stop was deserted, save for a couple of big rigs parked far from the main building. The wind tugged at the loose gravel and dust, sending it swirling across the cracked pavement.
A car pulled in about twenty minutes after I had arrived. It was an old, nondescript sedan with tinted windows. It parked with one space between us, and I watched as a figure in a hoodie emerged, glancing around nervously before heading toward the restrooms.
I got out, my hand resting near my holster, and approached cautiously. "I’m here," I called out softly. The figure stopped, turned, and faced me. Under the hood, I could see the outline of a weathered face, eyes darting.
"We’re alone," I reassured him, my voice low. "Talk to me."
The part-time ranch hand shifted nervously from one foot to the other, his eyes darting around the deserted rest stop as if expecting shadows to spring to life. "Look, I'm just a grunt, okay? I don't get involved in the heavy stuff. But I've seen things. Heard things. Enough to know it's not all above board."
I nodded, my mind racing with each piece of information. "Names. I need names. Who have you seen involved?" My voice was firm, the detective in me pushing for every advantage I could get.
He hesitated, licking his lips, his face pale under the harsh lighting of the rest stop. "Tommy Ricks, he's one. Always swaggering around like he owns the place. And then there's Mitch—Mitch Halpern. They're thick as thieves, always whispering, always together. And Jorge... Jorge Arantes. He's newer, but he's in deep. They trust him."
These were names I recognized, names I'd seen on worker logs and pay sheets. My fingers itched for my notepad, but I kept my posture relaxed, my expression nonchalant. "And the big fish? Who's running the show?"
The man shook his head. "I swear, if I knew, I'd tell you. It's not like I enjoy watching my back every day, wondering if it's my last. But those guys? They'll know. They have to."
I believed him. This was a man pushed to his limits, scared enough to risk it all for a shot at safety. "Alright, I believe you. This is good—very good. Stay low, keep out of trouble, and I'll handle it from here. We'll make sure you're protected."
He nodded, almost imperceptibly, before disappearing into the night, his old sedan kicking up gravel as it sped away. Alone now, I allowed myself a moment to process. The information was gold, potentially case-breaking, but it was also a tightrope walk over a chasm of legal and ethical gray areas.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Heather
The morning air was crisp, the ranch bustling with the usual sounds of clanging gates and the distant calls of livestock, but the atmosphere had thickened with tension over the last few days. As I walked past the ranch hands, I felt their eyes on me, their whispers barely masked by the rustle of hay and the thud of boots against dirt. It was clear that word of Danny’s investigation had spread through the ranks, casting a shadow of suspicion that seemed to darken their regard for me.
I caught snippets of conversation, veiled accusations mixed with confusion. "She’s got the cops crawling all over," one muttered as I passed. Another shook his head, glancing my way with a frown. "Ranch used to be a peaceful place."
Approaching the group, I forced a smile, trying to project calm. “Morning, guys. We’ve got a busy day ahead. I appreciate everyone’s hard work during this... uh, hectic time.”
