“Thanks again for helping track that guy for me a few weeks ago,” Adam said switching topics.
“No problem. Hound was the one who did all the work. Well, Blade helped, but Hound did most of the legwork. I don’t know how he does his computer guru stuff, but he does. Any luck ever finding the mysterious buyer?”
“No,” Adam growled and clutched the knife tightly in his hand. “No leads, nothing. All we found was a dead girl and tire tracks.”
Ben and Adam went on alert when an SUV pulled up the driveway, and they were momentarily blinded by headlights until the vehicle shut off. “You expecting company?” Ben asked Adam.
“Nope,” both Ben and Adam reached for a weapon and waited until the person got out of the driver seat. Both men relaxed when they saw it was Sheriff Little. They released their
