6“Because of me, you have to stop searching for Woody’s father?” I stared at her. “Maybe you better tell me where you think he is.”
“Southeast Asia,” she said in a dead voice.
Heroin. That was the only link I could imagine between outlaw Danish bikers, Marseilles and Southeast Asia. Wlodek Wojcik had to be part of the rocker drug supply line. The realization flattened me, as though something had been rammed into my gut.
Bella dropped back onto the futon beside me, pulled one of the throw pillows onto her lap. She hugged it against her belly. “Unless you tell the cops I gave your name to Bjørn, the investigation into his murder could go on for a week. You can’t afford to be stuck here that long. I’ll explain to Jespersen that Bjørn wanted to sell information to you. Someone killed him to
