Page 217 of The Archer Brothers

“And he has the answers?” River nods toward the prison.

“I don’t know. He’s sick, that’s for sure. And he said Ingram knows more than he’s letting on.”

“Where’s Ingram?”

“I’m not sure,” I tell him. “I think he’s at MCC San Diego. If not, he’s locked up on base somewhere.”

“I can find out.”

“Where are you staying?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “Here and there.”

“And money?”

“I have enough.”

I nod. “If you need anything, let me know.”

“I will.” He opens the car door and gets out. I watch him for a minute until he disappears from sight. I probably should’ve cuffed him to the door and taken him back to San Diego, but I’m not confident he’d be safe in jail. I pull out of the parking lot and make the long drive back to the airport. If I’m lucky, I can get on standby for the next flight out. Nate isn’t going to be happy, but I expect he’ll understand that I’m just doing my job . . .

. . . a job I really hate on days like today.

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