I type the address into my phone and pull up a map. The pin drop on Google Maps is about eight miles from the cemetery where we found Chloe’s twin. “I think it’s Damian giving us a clue.”

“There’s not much we can act on there,” says Chisholm. “Maybe at best a stakeout. But it hardly seems worth it. He might just be vying for attention. Although that only makes him more suspicious in my mind.”

“He’s plenty suspicious, but I’m sure it’s worth looking into. Damian has been on target so far,” I reply.

“Yes, he has,” Chisholm replies with a touch of suspicion in his voice.

Knoll’s face contorts. “I think your friend has been doing his homework. Back when I was a police detective we were looking for meth houses in a neighborhood block. We had it pinned down to fifty units, but we needed to narrow things down even more. No judge would grant us search warrants for all of those houses. Instead, we just needed to know which ones weren’t the house. To eliminate the houses that weren’t likely to be the meth house, the DA came up with a clever gimmick. He got the mayor to deputize us as Water Commission inspectors to walk on property and look at water meters. We could search the outside of all the houses when we looked for the meters.”

“I don’t see how that’s admissible,” replies Chisholm.

“It was,” says Knoll. “We had probable cause that one of those fifty houses was the meth lab. After we searched the premises of forty-nine of the fifty and found nothing, only one house stood out as suspicious. No evidence that we found as Water Commission inspectors was used in court against the lab operators.”

“But you already knew by then which house was the meth lab,” insists Chisholm.

“I could smell it in their backyard. But our warrant didn’t mention that. We just testified that forty-nine other houses were ruled out. The judge ruled that it would have been unreasonable for us to stake out the other houses if we lawfully knew they weren’t the ones we were looking for.”

“That’s clever,” I reply. “We could see if this address is worth investigating.”

Knoll nods. “I’m going to send you and Danielle there. I’ll check in with our field office and the Michigan Bureau of Investigations.”

“What about Texas?” I ask.

“We’ll hold down the fort there.”

Chisholm has a pained look. “I don’t like this. We don’t know what’s in there. It could be a trap.”

“I don’t think the Warlock knows we’re coming,” I reply.

“I’m not sure if it’s him I’m worried about.” Chisholm still doesn’t trust Damian.

Neither do I.

I express my own doubts. “I find it scary too that he’s the only one who seems to know how the Warlock thinks.”

Chisholm looks me in the eye. “I’m not sure he’s the only one.”

I was beginning to warm up to him. This sends a chill down my spine.