The drive to Russo’s bordello was done mostly in silence. As he drove, Kyle occasionally glanced at Brax. The man seemed to be off in a world of his own, making Kyle think he was planning their next move, if they were able to tail Ms. Gardiner when she left to meet a client—or to go home for the day. They were almost there when Kyle thought of something.
“You know, it’s possible she never comes to the bordello, if she works for Russo as a call girl.”
“We’re going to find out, aren’t we?” Brax replied, followed by, “Slow down. There.” He pointed.
Kyle spotted the road they’d seen on the computer images, turning on to it. It wound through the trees for a quarter of a mile before coming to a dead-end at a clearing. There were tracks in the weeds where other cars had come in then turned aro
