Page 138 of One Wrong Move
A surge of expectancy shot through Christian’s limbs.
“The first,” Greyson said, “was a Camden Hunter. He shared a cell with Ethan the first two years of his incarceration.”
“And then?” Christian asked, anticipation pinging through his bouncing leg. His gaze flashed over to Andi, now fully awake, her attention rapt on Greyson.
“He served the remainder of his years with a Cyrus Timal. Ethan was released three months before Cyrus.”
“What was Cyrus in for?” Riley asked.
“Armed robbery and assault. Seems he robbed two armored cars and got rough with the drivers before he was captured.” Greyson shifted, still sitting perfectly straight, but his limbs not quite as stiff.
“Armored cars aren’t easy to rob, and he managed two of them,” Christian said.
“And he’s clearly violent,” Riley chimed in. “What else did you find out?” she asked Greyson, shifting to sit sideways to face him better.
He looked over, his gaze slipping over her, and he smiled. No doubt at herGoonies Never Say DiePJs.
“Greyson?” she asked.
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “He was also tied to a missing-person’s-turned-murder case.”
They all waited silently for him to continue.
“He was living with a young woman. Police records indicate she was a thief too, knocking off a couple jewelry stores. The detective I spoke with said he figured Cyrus and her for a couple.”
“Very romantic ... two thieves.” Riley rolled her eyes.
“When she got busted attempting a third robbery, police booked her. But the judge at her arraignment let her out on a ten-thousand-dollar bail.”
“Cheap change for a jewel thief,” Christian said. “A good one, at least.”
Greyson released a streaming exhale. “Not long after, she wentmissing. A year later, what remained of her body was found by two kids swimming in a lake. Someone had strapped two concrete blocks around her waist. Whoever did it knew their knots—they were still in place. Local police divers had to cut the rope to retrieve the corpse.”
“And they know it was her?”
“Any possibility of fingerprints was long gone, but they were able to match her dental records.”
“You think Cyrus killed her for getting caught?”
“The detective on the case, Jax Johnson, said it looked like a professional hit.”
“And he didn’t peg Cyrus as the murderer?” Whether it was Cyrus or not, the man who’d tried to take out Andi had no qualms about murder—and likely had been the one to kill Alex and Julia.
“No. He certainly could have put out a contract, but he was in jail at the time. Detective Johnson said Cyrus was distraught, mumbled something about a woman named Teresa. Once he got out, that’s the last they saw of Cyrus until his arrest eight years ago for the armored car heists.”
“Any idea who Teresa is?” Andi asked, taking notes at this point.
“Yup. Here comes the frightening part,” Greyson said, his voice strained.
“That wasn’t the frightening part?” Riley asked, her already big blue eyes growing wider still.
“I’m afraid not.” Greyson shifted forward.
“Then what is?” Christian asked, his muscles taut, his pulse thwacking through his ears.
“Cyrus Timal’s sister is Teresa Gutierrez. She’s the wife of drug kingpin José Gutierrez.”
“Cyrus’s brother-in-law is a drug lord?”
