Joel wished the Adderall would hurry up and kick in. “Who’s this mechanic?”

“Alan Sparks owns the place, he’s alright. But the kid who found the sock is named Waley Cabe—he’s got a sheet of priors as long as my arm. He just got let out for assault a few months back.”

“Maybe I should pay him a visit.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it. If Cabe’s doing somebody’s dirty work you might just make more trouble for yourself. And it gets worse.” Clark sighed. “Bethany Tanner came running to stop us this morning, screaming her story for the whole school to hear, not that the men paid her any mind. I just spoke with her father about it and he told me she’s delusional or else covering up for her friend Jamal. When I asked him about the cameras on his property he said the security footage is only saved for three days because he don’t want to pay extra. He’s just trying to keep her nose out of things, I’m sure of it.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Joel said, his fingers tapping on his knee. “And even if he doesn’t have it, is it possible the security company keeps it on their servers for a few weeks?”

“I was thinking the same thing. Maybe I can get Mr. Boone to subpoena them. If we can place Jamal at the house all weekend...” She broke off, sounding dubious. “I’m going to put out a new APB on KT Staler’s Tacoma. I might add a few shades of green to the description and see what happens.”

“Can you talk to Jamal yourself? Privately? Maybe he knows something about KT and Dylan that he wanted to keep quiet before. I doubt Jamal would be willing to cover up dirt for KT much longer now that the kid’s story’s gotten him arrested.”

There was a long silence. When Clark came back on her voice was lower. “Sorry, I thought someone was coming in the women’s toilet. I’ll work on Jamal as long as they don’t make the kid confess. What about you?”

Joel chewed his lip. He struggled to recall what he’d been thinking about last night before he fell asleep. The Adderall had gone from not working to suddenly working too well—he never could find a balance in life.

“Jason Ovelle,” he finally said. “He feels like a missing link here. Wasn’t he arrested years ago with Savannah Staler, KT’s older sister?”

“A week apart actually, but yes. Meth on both counts. Jason and Savannah, they were dating at the same time they were dealing. The rumor’s always been that she turned state’s witness to rat Jason out but she’s been such a bad apple down in lockup they keep denying her parole.”

“Well, maybe Jason doesn’t know that. Maybe he met KT through Savannah and they’ve gone into business together. And Jason Ovelle was younger than Troy but they were on the Bison at the same time for a year—I remember that well enough. If Jason was doing business with Troy back then and dealing with KT now, then maybe by extension he was doing business with Dylan.”