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“Pictures?” Angel questioned. “As in plural?”

“Uh huh,” Presley agreed. “But I got better than that. I’m sending you actual feed of what’s going on at the site. It’s from a news media drone that I tapped into. Where are you?” he tacked onto that.

“Parking lot of that donut shop about a mile from Maverick Ops headquarters. I pulled over so I could read the reports that I had Danno generate.”

“I’ll want to read those, too. Send me a copy. And my advice—don’t go anywhere near the dump site.”

Angel huffed. “I didn’t kill Kenton. And neither did Mia.”

Silence for a long time. Hell’s bells, did everyone think she was guilty?

“Wish I’d known this twenty years ago,” Presley muttered.

“And so say all of us,” Mia muttered right back.

“Okay,” Presley went on a second later. “Let me see if I can get any updates, and I’ll get back to you.” With that, he ended the call.

The photos and reports dissolved from the dash screen, and in its place, Mia saw the live feed from the drone. It was an aerial view of the CSIs and responders on the scene. They were already in the process of moving the remains.

“What will happen to the bones?” she asked Angel.

“They’ll be examined by the ME first and then by a forensic anthropologist who’ll try to determine time and cause of death. Ruby has a good one on tap, but I don’t want to draw her or Maverick Ops into this.”

This.

For such a little word, it packed a punch. Because once Kenton was IDed, Angel, Presley, RJ, Melanie, and Birdie would all be questioned.

And maybe one of them would be arrested.

All these years, she’d stayed silent so she could keep Angel out of jail, and it might happen anyway.

“We need to find the killer,” she heard herself say.

“We do.” Angel’s response was so fast that it let her know he’d already come to the same conclusion.

And that meant getting info fast. “I want to look at those reports,” Mia insisted. “Can Danno split-screen them with the live feed?”

“He can.” And Angel gave the voice command to make that happen.

Mia didn’t even have time to start reading though because her tablet dinged. Not the sound of an incoming call, but rather a different kind of sound that put her on full alert.

“It’s my security system,” she muttered, using the tablet to access the cameras she had on her front and back doors.

The footage quickly appeared, and while it was grainy, she could still see something she didn’t want to see. Someone wearing a hoodie was at her back door.

And he was breaking into her house.

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Chapter Three

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Angel cursed when he glanced at the security feed. “Have you had a break-in at your house before?” he couldn’t ask fast enough.

“No,” Mia said, equally fast while she kept her attention pinned to the footage coming in from her camera.

Then, this wasn’t a coincidence. Then again, he hadn’t thought it was. The big questions now were who the hell was breaking in and what did he want? Angel intended to find out the answer to both.

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