“I think that’s it for now,” she said. “We may have more questions once we finish reviewing our files at the FBI. Our White Collar Crimes unit has been working on a major trial this week and we’re getting information piecemeal.”

“We’re all busy these days,” he said with a fake smile.

Nate and Lucy walked out. Lucy turned and said, “Detective?”

“What?” he snapped.

“When you find that witness statement—the person who said Albright exchanged the Escalade for another vehicle—please send it directly to us. You have our emails.”

Then she followed Nate out.

“Prick,” Nate said. “And a liar.”

“Liar? Incompetent and uncaring, yes, but what lie?”

“He has copies of all the files the FBI has. They cc’d him into everything—so to say he didn’t have them is just bullshit.”

“We need to get Laura to sit down with us ASAP. After hours if we have to. I’m going to call Daphne and request it.” Daphne was the Supervisory Special Agent of the White Collar Crimes unit. Lucy had worked with her on a recent bank robbery case, and if there was a way to make this happen Daphne would get it done.

She talked to Daphne, who said she’d move Heaven and Earth to have Laura in the office at six that night. The agent was unavailable while in court, so they wouldn’t have confirmation until late that afternoon.

“Back to the office?” Nate said.

“We’re going to have to go through the files without the benefit of Laura’s insight. Maybe Detective Douglas is right and one of her other clients killed her. I just don’t believe they went to Mexico at all, and that means that either Douglas is a complete idiot who saw exactly what he wanted to see—or what someone else wanted him to see—or he knows more than he said.”

They had turned onto the road that would take them to the interstate when Nate said, “We’re being followed.”

Lucy glanced discreetly in the side mirror and spotted a dark SUV with tinted windows. “Not the same car as yesterday.”

“Hold on.”

Instead of turning right to head back to San Antonio, Nate continued straight, which would take them to the north side of the county.

“Still there. So, you want to know what we’re doing?” he mumbled.

Lucy wasn’t sure what Nate’s plan was, but he drove to the Albright house. She was surprised to see that Ash was still there, talking to a dog handler. The SUV didn’t follow them into the neighborhood but turned into a strip mall two miles before that boasted a grocery store, gas station, and coffee shop.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you,” Ash said as he approached the car. “Were we supposed to meet?”

Nate said, “No. We were at the sheriffs office, wanted to see how you were doing.”