“Okay. Thanks.” Right now, she needed to finish this project before she started worrying about lying to federal agents. Did it matter if she was working for federal agents? Probably not. She stepped to the side to read the page featuring Albert Nelson, which included how to reach him, his Captive affiliation, and several other connections. She’d start researching the names and see if Brigid was up to conducting some deep dives.

After a couple of hours, Dana finished making her own notes, came up with a plan to conduct more research, and wondered if anybody had thought to order lunch.

Angus Force appeared in the doorway. “How’s it going with the deciphered notes?”

Dana partially turned, her gaze caught by the mottled bruises down the side of Angus’s face. “Ouch. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” A bruise over the entire right side of his face, giving him a black eye, belied the words, although his tone strongly suggested she agree with him.

She had enough to worry about with Wolfe’s injuries and wasn’t about to argue with Angus Force as well. “Candy did some incredible research.” Dana turned back to the papers taped to the board. “However, she wouldn’t use a complete sentence to save her life. These papers are more like lists and phrases, just to keep her straight and organized. We need to follow the trail she left.”

Angus prodded a bruise on his neck. “Sounds good. Anything interesting so far?”

“Yes.” She pointed to the page about Albert. “As you already know, Candy discovered that Nelson and Spanek were drug traffickers, and they worked with Theresa Rhodes and another partner, whom I’m assuming is Gary Rockcliff. There are also a number of places listed, and I’m not sure what those mean.” She pursed her lips. “The town of Culiacán is starred in two places.”

“Culiacán?” Angus drew abreast of her and studied the document. “Nice job, Dana.” He quickly strode out of the room.

“Wait a second.” Dana jogged after him. “What did you just figure out?”

Angus reached Wolfe’s desk. “We have a problem.”

Wolfe looked at Dana and then focused on Angus. “Define problem.”

Mal and Raider looked up from their desks, while Brigid and Nari emerged from their offices.

Angus planted a hand on his ribs and took a shuddering breath. “Dana has been looking at the journalist’s decoded notes, and it looks like Culiacán is the place in Mexico.”

“Oh.” Wolfe ground a palm into his left eye. “It wouldn’t be Culiacán itself, but areas in the mountains that are used for production. There are many labs there, so it would make sense that Gary chose that locale to process the heroin. We can reach out to our contacts—one of them should be able to pinpoint where the action is right now.”

“That’s not the problem,” Angus said quietly.