I reminded myself that it wouldn’t be a good idea to knock Shawn out. Delivering him to the cops would have to be justice enough.
“Where do you meet them? The same place every time, or do you go somewhere different?”
“It’s one of those storage places,” he said. “On the edge of the city.”
I pulled my notebook out of my pocket. “Address. Now.”
He hesitated, then rattled it off. “Just don’t tell them you got it from me, okay? You might not be a cop, but they don’t like people sticking their noses in their business, you know?”
Oh, I knew. And I had no doubt that they were going to be royally pissed when they figured out I wasn’t just coming for Meka. I’d get her, but then I was going to burn the whole damn thing to the ground.
But first, this asshole was going to jail.