If Frodo drove from Bloomington to his parent’s condo with no stops, he could make the trip in twenty hours.

“Mike, how fast can you get to Fort Lauderdale?”

“I have to wait for a mailbox store in Miami to open at nine tomorrow morning. Assuming my credit cards and ID are there, I can rent a car. What am I looking for?”

Caitlin started her engine. “A produce truck. Should be in town around two.”

Chapter 45

CHAPTER

45

“WE’RE NOT HAVING sex?”

Greenwood already had his sport coat off. He hadn’t bothered with an umbrella from the curb to the cottage’s front door, so his shirt had a small crop of wet spots. According to the forecast, the storm that had dazzled Caitlin in Kentucky the night before wouldn’t end until Saturday, two days from now.

“That depends.” She turned her laptop his way. “Does this picture get you hot?”

He sat at the kitchen table, looked at her computer screen. “One of the Bro-duce trucks. What does this tell me?”

“This photo was taken two hours ago in Fort Lauderdale.”

Greenwood laughed. “As in Florida? No wonder it’s sunny.”

She showed the next image in the series Mike had sent. “Recognize either of these two?”

Greenwood took a second. “Is that Frodo?”

“He left Bloomington yesterday, drove nonstop to Lauderdale, where he met his brother’s boat from the Bahamas—except he didn’t stay.”

“Okay, I’m hooked. Where’d he go?”

“He spent an hour loading boxes, then turned around, drove north. If he doesn’t stop, he’ll be back in town tomorrow, just in time for Little Five.”

“What’s in the truck?”

Caitlin winked. “Getting hot, right? It’s time to show you what I’ve been working on.”

She laid out her theories, showed Greenwood the financials she and Lakshmi had been able to retrieve.

Greenwood took it all in. “You still don’t know what’s in the truck?”

“Look at it this way. Fodor says this is the last shipment. Those boys are getting something from the Caribbean, and whatever it is will be on the truck tomorrow afternoon.”

“Caitlin, you are aware I can’t just pull someone over because the woman I’m having sex with wants me to?”

“Nate Fodor is the weak link, Jerry. He handles the deliveries; he handles the money. He was there the night Chapman disappeared and you guys didn’t look at him.”

Greenwood got defensive. “You don’t think we looked at him?”