Chapter 9Sean hadn’t done a stakeout in more than six months, but he supposed a cop never really forgets how to do one.
According to the motel manager, Tony Castro was in Unit 12. So Sean sat in a nondescript gray sedan, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, waiting for Tony to leave some DNA evidence he could collect.
It had been a long drive to Newport Beach, but if it could yield them the evidence to arrest this fucker and later convict him, it would be worth it. Imagine killing three other innocent people to cover up the murder of your own mother. Sean normally wasn’t one for the death penalty—he’d had plenty of arguments with his fellow officers over it—but if anyone deserved it, Castro did.
If he was guilty. Which, if Andy’s instincts were right, he was.
It was early afternoon b
