Chapter Fifteen
“No…no…no…that can’t be right. I just talked to him.” The words came out sounding mechanical as I realized another person in my life—and a potential lead that could have helped Vargas—had slipped away. Accepting the reality that the gentle man I had known was gone was entirely a different matter.
“No, AJ. Not unless you talked to…a dead man,” Ramirez replied, his voice so quiet I could barely hear it over the thoughts racing through my head. “Daniels has been dead for a while.”
Before Ramirez could continue, I led him back to the living room where Abe, Elijah and Leah looked at us expectantly—perhaps hoping we had worked out our differences—until the detective dashed those hopes as he shared the news of Mort’s death.
“His body was found in a remote section of the desert
