CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ilse stared at Sawyer as the two of them stepped onto the curb and moved towards the dingy apartment building behind the butcher's shop.
"You're serious?" she said. “He has a record?”
Sawyer nodded once. "As long as my left leg.”
"For what?"
"d**g charges. Assault. I'm getting the full sheet now."
Ilse glanced towards where Sawyer tapped his pocket with his phone. Mr. Whitney was a convicted criminal. He'd only been released a few months ago. Apparently, pretending to be a counselor and lying on his resume wasn't the worst of the crimes. Though, in Ilse's assumption, it was pretty damn bad. Their suspect's behavior matched his living quarters.
A squat, four-story apartment building behind a rancid butcher's shop. The building itself looked like it hadn't been painte
