CHAPTER TWENTY
Devin O’Leary lived in a quaint little two-story house in the less ritzy part of Golden Beach. The neighborhood was dark and quiet as Mackenzie pulled her rental car up alongside the address that Rodriguez had texted her shortly after leaving the cruise ship. As she and Ellington started up O’Leary’s sidewalk, she went over the other information that Rodriguez had sent her—information that the Miami PD had quickly and efficiently put together for her.
O’Leary didn’t have much of a record at all. A few parking tickets and a drunk-and-disorderly from back in his college days. Other than that, he appeared to be clean.
Other than debaucherous involvement in a swinging club, Mackenzie thought as she and Ellington climbed up his porch steps.
She hammered on the door hard and t
