He shook his head. “I just feel like I’msoclose. I don’t know what I’m missing. I think I might pay the Alcarazes a visit.” He closed his binder.
“Please don’t do that.”
“I just want a quick look around.”
“Would you stop interfering? Haven’t you done enough?”
He rubbed his hands together. “Not until you’ve bedded the one. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” He pushed himself away from the table. “And you have little boys to prey on.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Tanner tossed me a sharpie. “Just in case you want to add the signature pencil thin mustache.”
Point made.I pulled off the jacket and sunglasses. It would be better if I just put them on right before I got to the docks. I didn’t want to spend the night in jail.
***
The sun was just setting as I parked my car in the abandoned parking lot. The docks stretched for a mile. And Nigel hadn’t said exactly where to meet him. Why hadn’t we just driven together?
I stepped out of my car and pulled on my sunglasses and trench coat. Just like Nigel’s, the fabric almost touched the ground. Why was it so long? Was it made for a giant or something?
I looked left and right, trying to search for one of Tanner’s cars. Unless Nigel had taken a taxi. I smiled to myself at the thought of how the driver would have reacted to Nigel’s outfit.
There was a clicking noise behind me. I spun around to see Nigel rolling out of my trunk. He grabbed a folder before slamming the trunk shut. And then he smoothed down his wrinkled trench coat. “It’s time,” he said.
“Were you in my trunk that whole time?”
“I didn’t want anyone to see us together,” he whispered, then looked both ways. “Hurry. This way.” He lifted the collar of his jacket and walked toward one of the abandoned warehouses.
Seriously? Had he really been in my trunk during that whole drive? Why would he do that? I shook my head. Why did Nigel do anything he did? I quickly followed him.
“What did you find?” I asked.
“Things you wouldn’t even believe,” he said as he opened the door to the warehouse.
“Can’t we just do it out here?” A few years ago, Tanner had transformed one of these warehouses into an invite only club. But it wasn’t this one. And I didn’t even want to know what diseased animals were scurrying about in there.
“Someone might have tailed us,” Nigel said before disappearing through the door.
“Who would have tailed us?” I called after him. But he didn’t reply.Damn it.I stepped into the warehouse and had to jump out of the way of a rat.Gross.I caught up with Nigel as I did my best not to get tetanus.
He pulled out a sheet of paper from his folder. “Last Tuesday at 0900, Poppy Cannavaro, known associate of Richard Pruitt, bought a ticket.” He handed me the paper as we kept walking.
I scanned the sheet. “She bought a ticket to a Broadway show?”
“Yes. Does she seem like a theater enthusiast to you?”
“What does this have to do with anything?”
“Exactly. She’s not a known aficionado of the theater. How utterly suspicious.”
“I don’t care what she’s a fan of. I want to know what shady stuff she’s up to.”
“Very well. I’ll cross Broadway shows off our to-do list.”
“What to-do list?”
Nigel turned the corner as he pulled out another sheet of paper. “There’s a new player in town. I saw her leaving Richard Pruitt’s residence late last night at 2200.”
