“If Annika’s involved in the drug smuggling, why would they do this to her gallery?” Frost asked. “Or kill Marco Solis? Wasn’t he the kingpin’s cousin or something?”

“Only by marriage, and maybe El Chico found out they had double-crossed him.” Edmonds tapped the notebook. “Some of these names belong to members of a rival organization.”

“Maybe it was a warning.” Murphy looked around. “And they came back.”

“You think that’s why they killed Sydney?” Frost’s glance moved between them. “She found out about the drugs and was going to rat on them?”

“You might be on to something.” Edmonds raised his eyebrows. “If Annika and Miguel are connected, maybe she paid him to kill the girl.”

That theory didn’t make sense. Or maybe he was being blinded by his desire to prove Lane right. Prove Miguel wasn’t the killer. “Jolene and Annabeth left Sydney at the gas station, but her body was discovered more than a mile away. Why would a teenage girl, alone and in the middle of the night, walk into the woods?”

“She wouldn’t,” Murphy said.

“Unless she knew where she was going.” Frost’s bounce returned. “Miguel’s house was a few miles away, right? And remember the video—the one with Sydney leaving the studio the day before she was killed? She was carrying something.”

“A painting.” Charlie furrowed his brow. “What if Sydney was walking to Miguel’s house? For help?”

“Maybe she gave him the painting?” Frost added.

“So, they know each other?” Edmonds shrugged. “He’s your suspect.”

“Maybe not. You said El Chico’s cartel is responsible for the biggest drug distribution in Atlanta. Abas Nawabi’s presence in Savannah proves El Chico’s reach is crossing borders. I think it’s safe to assume he’d probably do anything to keep that part of his business, well, in business.”

“You think they’re cleaning up?” Edmonds’s forehead creased. “Came after Annika?”

Murphy spread her hands out at the mess around them. “If they are, it could mean they’ll be going after Miguel next.”

Charlie clenched his fist. “Or they’ve already found him.”

Lane’s hands shook. She looked at the bottle of pills and allowed herself to go back to that night. She knew growing up that she was different, and it wasn’t just awkward adolescence. Her mood shifted so frequently that she was often punished for her insubordination, particularly when it happened in public. Lane’s parents just didn’t understand—and they never asked her about it.