“I can assist you with this current case, but there’s nothing for me to do on the Lassiter case unless he strikes again and drafts those love notes to you,” Jethro said quietly, kicking out his legs and crossing his loafers at the ankles.

“I appreciate the help for now.” Everything inside Angus knew his nemesis was out there somewhere, and soon Jethro would have plenty to do. He looked at Jethro, who wore a short-sleeved button-down with a brown belt. “You look like a college professor.” Except for his eyes. The eyes always told the whole story.

“I am a college professor,” Jet said.

Angus tipped back his Jack and sugar. “Have you found the reason for good or evil yet?”

“No.”

Angus should’ve taken a few moments to test Jethro’s temperature and make sure he was up to another round with Lassiter, but his obsession always took over before he remembered those around him. “Been able to balance the scales yet?”

“Those scales will never be balanced, mate.” Jethro’s jaw clenched and then relaxed. “You know the why of what I do what I do now, but even you have no clue what I’ve done. I suppose you can profile me without the details, but don’t ever assume you know the depths to which I swam in service to Queen and country.”

“Gaining PhDs in philosophy isn’t going to help you understand true evil,” Angus said softly.

“You do not know that to be true. You can’t beat something until you understand it,” Jethro said.

Wolfe poked his head into the room. “Just told Mal and Raider that I remembered something Gary said earlier. Something about being in the heroin game for the long haul. The expression caught me off guard at the time, but I’ve been mulling it over.”

It was good Wolfe was finally okay with the team approach. Angus twirled a silver pen on his desk. “Long term with heroin?” His mind rapidly went through options.

“Best bet?” Jethro said. “For more of a cash payout, much more, he’d possibly be having it cut with fentanyl. It’s cheaper, smaller, lighter, and easier to smuggle into this country.”

Wolfe straightened. “Doesn’t that kill people? I mean, even more than pure heroin?”

“You won’t find pure heroin anywhere these days,” Jethro said. “It’s cut with something, and fentanyl is the newest thing.” He reached for his phone and texted something rapidly. “If I wanted heroin cut, it’d be in Mexico before coming across the border.”

Wolfe slowly nodded. “That fits with Theresa Rhodes’s distribution channels, according to Candy’s notes.”

Force reached for a manila file folder. “That would explain why Gary Rockcliff isn’t coming at you full force yet. He’s busy for the time being.” Force looked up, his green eyes tired. “But he can’t stay away from you completely, so don’t take a deep breath.”