He was never in that shed.

Whatever else happened that night, my boy was already safe behind a locked door with the police before the rest of it began.

Which left the question of Dax, who did not know his man had been stopped, and who was still waiting at the pier for a drive he believed would buy his freedom.

Chapter 13 — The Pier

The investigator laid it out plainly in the back of a cruiser.

Dax had confessed nothing yet that a courtroom could use; his lawyers would drown a paper case in delay.