“She told me her name was Dawn Daley. D-a-l-e-y. She works at the casino, waiting tables. She went home with Richard on Friday night and they had sex. The next morning, he tossed her out and she was pissed off.”

“I could see that,” Scarlett said dryly. “Why was she banging on the door?”

“Oh.” Grant snapped his fingers. “I forgot. She left her earrings in his bedroom. I had Wes’s badge with me and . . . I might have told her I was a cop. She asked if I’d report the earrings missing and I said I would. She said they’re not valuable, but they were her mother’s.”

Scarlett smiled. “I’ll make sure she gets them back at some point.”

“Thank you. She told me that she hadn’t seen my sister. I didn’t ask if she’d seen Wes.”

“Because you might have used his badge and said you were a cop,” Scarlett said dryly. “And then?”

“She suggested I talk to Scott King. I went back last night to see him.” Grant frowned. “Hard to believe it was just last night. I was on my way in when you and Stone came out,” he said to Diesel. “After the cops came, I went back to Wesley’s apartment and went to sleep. This morning I saw that your house had been attacked, Dr. Novak. And that Stone had been shot and that Scott King was believed responsible. But that didn’t tell me what had happened to Wes, so I kept looking.”

He bit at his lip. “When we were kids, we had an old globe that had been handed down from our grandfather. Worthless, really, but it opened. Well, we opened it. At the time we were disappointed because we were sure we’d find treasure in it. I figured that if Wes really wanted me to find all this stuff, he’d hide the other important things where I could find them. The study in his apartment has a globe, so I sliced it open.”

He was caressing the book, his hand no longer gloved. He realized it and yanked his hand back. “I found this book in the globe. It’s got a column for names and a column for . . . things, all in Wes’s handwriting. One of the names is John Brewer. His name is in here twice. The first time the thing is an address. That must be the house you mentioned.”

“And the second?” Diesel asked, although he already knew.

“It says ‘Joshua.’ Wes made a note that he’d be wired.”

Dani turned to Diesel. “Wesley was going in undercover.”

Diesel nodded. “You were right.”

Scarlett tapped the table impatiently. “How did you know? Diesel, what did you find?”