The first body was found in a bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was how the case began for Night Shift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not with a chase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not with gunfire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not with someone calling dispatch and screaming for help while the thing was still happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just a bathroom in a duplex off South Cedar, tile floor cold beneath a man who had stopped breathing hours before anyone knew to miss him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His name was Bobby Crane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thirty-two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Auto-body work when he could keep it. Meth when he could not. A mother in Shawnee who still answered unknown numbers because she had spent ten years afraid one of them would be this call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Patrol found a small plastic bag near the sink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Residue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pipe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Burn marks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing new to anyone who had worked Oklahoma long enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Except the next body came six hours later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lori Meeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twenty-seven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Found in the bedroom of a house outside city limits but tied back to Cross Timber through the purchase. The county took the scene, but the text messages on her phone mentioned the same nickname patrol had heard in Bobby Crane\u2019s duplex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then came the third.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calvin Dorsey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forty-one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind a closed tire shop in Edmond, folded between a dumpster and a cinderblock wall with one shoe missing and a phone still playing music from a cracked speaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the fourth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seventeen hours after the first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tasha Morrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thirty-five.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A mother of two staying with a cousin on the west side, found on a laundry-room floor with a basket of wet clothes beside her and a baggie tucked into the pocket of a hoodie she had borrowed from someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Four dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Same rough window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Same street rumors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Same product.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By five-thirty in the evening, the conference room at Cross Timber PD had stopped being a conference room and become a wall of names, maps, tox requests, evidence photos, text screenshots, phone numbers, and the kind of silence that made coffee taste worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood at the end of the table, arms folded, looking at the victim board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lori.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calvin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tasha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Four faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Four lives with damage in them, yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But still lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still people who had been alive two days ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel sat sideways in a chair, one knee moving under the table, expression stripped of humor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark stood near the screen with lab notes already organized into folders because Mark fought chaos by making it searchable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lieutenant Crowe entered with Deputy Chief Mercer behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mercer looked like he had skipped sleep, lunch, and patience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe looked worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That meant the case was bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo speeches,\u201d Crowe said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was not planning one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is why I said it before you became inspired.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel lowered his head slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe turned to Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPrelim lab?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark tapped the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cField tests confirmed methamphetamine residue at three scenes. Fourth pending, but paraphernalia and packaging are consistent. Medical examiner expedited tox on two decedents. Both show methamphetamine and fentanyl present. Fentanyl levels are significant enough that this is not incidental trace contamination.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mercer looked at the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBad batch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Mark said. \u201cBut the phrase may understate intent. We do not yet know whether fentanyl was deliberately added, whether distribution materials were cross-contaminated, or whether someone is mixing without understanding lethality.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s mouth flattened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey understand enough to sell it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCorrect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNarcotics has been looped in. County and Edmond are sharing. State bureau notified. But all four victims connect back to Cross Timber street traffic in the last forty-eight hours. We have the best chance of tracing the local source before more people die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane kept his eyes on the faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do we have?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNicknames. Half-names. One number that appears in two phones. One message thread referencing \u2018clean glass\u2019 that clearly was not clean. Rumor of a dealer called Kettle. Possibly because he cooks. Possibly because idiots enjoy nicknames.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mercer said, \u201cWe also have people scared enough to talk if they believe talking will keep them alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel leaned forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPeople are dying. That helps.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt helps until fear turns everyone stupid,\u201d Crowe said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cScent?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark changed the display.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cScene access will matter. Chain of custody will matter. We cannot treat scent as evidence by itself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut,\u201d Mark said, \u201call three secured packages available so far have a similar odor profile beyond meth residue. Fentanyl itself is not reliable as a scent marker at all concentrations, and we should not pretend otherwise. But the packaging has a distinct combination: cheap nitrile gloves, peppermint gum, diesel transfer, and a sour solvent trace I would associate with a handling location, not individual users.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou smelled all of that from sealed bags?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI smelled it from the exterior evidence sleeves before they were double-bagged.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mercer closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course you did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at the map.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSame handler?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPossibly same packing area,\u201d Mark said. \u201cOr same vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe said, \u201cThat is why you are on this. Scent gets us direction. Evidence gets us court.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere first?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe pointed at the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBobby Crane\u2019s duplex. Patrol held it after the initial sweep because the landlord has not re-entered. Then Tasha Morrow\u2019s cousin\u2019s house. We start where the product was closest to the victim and work backward.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mercer\u2019s voice came lower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere may be more out there tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo clinic-style heroics.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s ears flicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is not that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mercer looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane held his gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. This is slower.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSlower still gets people killed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe opened the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen move.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bobby Crane\u2019s duplex was small, hot, and tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The air conditioner rattled in one front window but did not win its argument with August. The living room smelled of old carpet, stale smoke, cheap beer, dirty laundry, and the sour-metal chemical smell of meth use layered into walls that would take repainting and prayer to clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was also grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not fresh from family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the absence of a person made its own shape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood in the doorway for a second and let the scents settle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Patrol had already processed the body. Evidence tech had photographed and collected the obvious items. The bathroom was still taped. The sink still held a ring of dried water. The mirror above it was cracked at one corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel moved slowly through the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark reviewed the scene log.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBobby Crane was found by neighbor after missing a scheduled ride to work. Neighbor entered with prior permission, saw him on bathroom floor, called nine-one-one. EMS declared. Patrol secured. No signs of struggle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane moved to the bathroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The smell hit harder there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meth residue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Burned glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sweat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vomiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And underneath it, the same sharp packaging note Mark had described.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cheap gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peppermint gum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diesel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sour solvent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane crouched by the sink but did not touch anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSame.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel came to the doorway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLocation?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSink. Counter. Bag was here.\u201d Thane pointed without touching. \u201cBut scent trail goes out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark\u2019s eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOut?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood and followed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not dramatic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not nose to floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The scent moved like a thread laid over filth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bathroom to hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hall to living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Living room to front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel followed him onto the porch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The duplex sat near the end of a short row. Gravel drive. Patchy grass. Neighbor curtains shifting where someone immediately pretended not to watch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stepped down from the porch and paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The scent was weaker outside but cleaner, carried under the lingering heat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A person had stood near the front walk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Young male.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cigarettes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peppermint gum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gasoline or diesel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cheap laundry detergent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nervous sweat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not Bobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not neighbor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not patrol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smelled it too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDelivery?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark joined them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDoorbell camera?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo camera on Bobby\u2019s unit,\u201d Gabriel said, looking around. \u201cNeighbor might.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The neighbor had a camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The neighbor also had a cigarette, a tank top, and the guarded expression of someone who had already decided police presence lowered property values but murder lowered them more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her name was Deena Kroll.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had seen someone two nights earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe ten-thirty,\u201d she said, standing behind her screen door. \u201cMaybe later. I don\u2019t keep police hours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiled faintly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMost people don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSkinny guy. Hoodie. Ball cap. Came up to Bobby\u2019s door. Didn\u2019t stay long.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cVehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhite pickup. Old. Loud muffler. I thought Bobby was buying weed. I mind my business.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane asked, \u201cCamera catch it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Deena looked toward the porch camera like it had betrayed her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt catches cats mostly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark said, \u201cWe would like to review the footage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then looked past them at Bobby\u2019s door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWas it bad stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nodded once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get my phone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The camera gave them six seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Skinny male.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gray hoodie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dark cap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Face partly turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A white older-model Chevy pickup idling at the curb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No plate visible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man walked to Bobby\u2019s door with one hand in his pocket and something small in the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He knocked twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bobby opened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Exchange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Door closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man walked away chewing gum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark froze the frame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPeppermint gum.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou cannot see peppermint.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. But he is chewing, and the scent indicates gum. The video supports behavior, not flavor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI hate when that makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Deena sent the footage to Mark through proper evidence intake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before they left, she looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBobby wasn\u2019t a bad guy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked toward the duplex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was a pain in the ass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel said, \u201cThose can overlap.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A corner of Deena\u2019s mouth moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe fixed my sink once. Didn\u2019t charge me. Then stole my lighter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBoth things can be true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Deena looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want more people dying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNeither do we.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She closed the screen door softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tasha Morrow\u2019s cousin met them on the porch with red eyes and anger enough to stand upright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her name was Monique Harris, and she had no interest in soft language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe was using again,\u201d Monique said before they could ask. \u201cI know that. I am not stupid. But she was doing better. She was doing better, and now everybody is going to say she did it to herself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood at the bottom of the steps, letting her decide whether to let them closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel said, \u201cWe are not here to say that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique looked at him like she wanted to believe it but had been disappointed by systems before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark said, \u201cWe are trying to identify who sold the product that killed her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That helped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Specificity often did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique let them in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The laundry room was small and narrow. The washer lid remained open. A basket of wet clothes sat exactly where Tasha had left it, because Monique had not been able to touch it and no one had made her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane respected that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stood near the doorway and smelled the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Detergent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wet cotton.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bleach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meth residue from the hoodie pocket where the bag had been found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there it was again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cheap gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peppermint gum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diesel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sour solvent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Same thread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked at Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark asked Monique, \u201cDid Tasha mention where she bought it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique folded her arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe said she had a guy who was cheaper than the old guy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe said nobody uses names if they\u2019re smart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked around the laundry room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid she say nickname?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKettle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark\u2019s eyes lifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crowe\u2019s note had been right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane asked, \u201cDid she meet him here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. She went out. Came back with it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFriday night. Maybe midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cVehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe walked to the corner and got picked up. I told her not to. She told me to stop acting like her parole officer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked toward the wet laundry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI should have acted more like one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel said quietly, \u201cYou did not sell it to her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique\u2019s eyes flashed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. I just let her walk out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou could have locked her in the house and she still would have had addiction on the other side of the door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel\u2019s face held no joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Monique looked away first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark asked about Tasha\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Patrol had bagged it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark already had the extraction request started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While they talked, Thane stepped outside and followed the street to the corner where Monique said Tasha had been picked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a normal corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stop sign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cracked curb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grass overgrown along a fence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A beer can crushed near the gutter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And faintly, beneath exhaust and street heat, the same white pickup scent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diesel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peppermint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A man leaning out the passenger window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tasha approaching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fear? No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Want.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Need.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something like hope, ruined by chemistry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stood in the street and felt the cold anger return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel came up beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSame guy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSame vehicle at least.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark joined them, tablet in hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTasha had one recent deleted thread partially recoverable. Number not in contacts. Message: \u2018corner after eleven. bring cash. clean glass.\u2019 Sender used a burner. The same tower sector as Bobby\u2019s incoming call within an hour of his purchase.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked toward the corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKettle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe,\u201d Mark said. \u201cOr a runner for Kettle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane looked down the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFind the truck.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They found the truck through Calvin Dorsey\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not directly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing was direct in cases like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calvin had not texted Kettle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He had texted a woman named April T.<\/strong> and asked whether \u201cthe new stuff\u201d was still around. April had replied with a location pin behind the tire shop and one word:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soon.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n April T. became April Timmons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thirty-one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bartender sometimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n House cleaner sometimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Known to patrol because patrol knew everyone who orbited certain problems long enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No felony convictions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No active warrants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Address in Cross Timber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Car registered to her mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Boyfriend: none listed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Associates: many.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One of them was Rhett \u201cKettle\u201d Ketterman<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That should have been satisfying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rhett Ketterman did not look like the center of anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His driver\u2019s license photo showed a soft-faced man in his late thirties with thinning hair, pale eyes, and a mild expression. He had a job history full of ordinary local things. Appliance repair. Small engine work. Seasonal HVAC helper. Church food pantry volunteer twice a month, according to one old news article Mark found. One misdemeanor assault twelve years ago. One dismissed paraphernalia charge. Nothing that screamed four dead people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stared at the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is Kettle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPossibly,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe looks like he sells used refrigerators with suspicious confidence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ketterman owned no white pickup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But his cousin did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A 2004 white Chevy Silverado registered to Mason Ketterman<\/strong>, who lived at an address outside Cross Timber and had no serious record beyond traffic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark pulled DMV image.<\/p>\n\n\n\n White truck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Loud muffler noted in a citation two months earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at the photo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe approved the pickup alert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a stop for vibes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a stop because a werewolf smelled peppermint and death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A stop based on witness description, video, proximity to overdose deaths, and the vehicle tied to a named suspect in recovered phone messages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They got it at 9:42 p.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Officer Darnell spotted the white Chevy leaving the parking lot of a closed laundromat on the east side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Two occupants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Driver: Mason Ketterman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Passenger: unknown male in gray hoodie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Night Shift was six blocks away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell initiated the stop carefully. Mark listened to the radio traffic while Thane turned the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPlate matches. Vehicle slow to stop. Driver looking back. Passenger moving.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s voice went flat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell\u2019s voice came over radio, controlled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cVehicle stopped. East alley behind Washland. Occupants not complying yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane arrived thirty seconds later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The white Chevy sat crooked near a chain-link fence under a flickering security light. Darnell\u2019s unit was behind it. Another patrol car rolled in from the opposite end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell stood behind his door, weapon out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDriver! Hands out the window!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The driver had both hands visible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger did not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stepped out of the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel moved left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark moved right, watching the driver, the alley, the truck, the windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane smelled it before he saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Meth residue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cheap gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Peppermint gum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sour solvent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And gun oil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPassenger,\u201d Thane called. \u201cHands where we can see them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Skinny face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark cap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gray hoodie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Same jawline from the porch camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes widened when he saw Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His right hand came up with a pistol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell shouted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The driver screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger fired twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first round hit Thane in the upper chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second struck lower, punching through shirt and flesh above the ribs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pain snapped hot and immediate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane took one step back from impact.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The pistol remained up, but his face forgot what it was doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s supposed to be bullshit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane kept walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s weapon was out but angled, no clean shot through glass without risk to the driver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark moved on the driver\u2019s side, ordering Mason out, controlling one problem before it became two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger fired again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Missed high.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Glass shattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane reached the passenger door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He ripped it open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The hinges did not like that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger tried to swing the pistol toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane caught the wrist, drove it up and away, and squeezed until the gun fell into the footwell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane pulled him out of the truck and put him face-down on the asphalt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not slammed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Placed hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Controlled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One paw between shoulder blades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blood ran down Thane\u2019s shirt from wounds already closing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHands behind your back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger sputtered against the pavement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou ain\u2019t supposed to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel cuffed him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou really need to stop believing marketing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark had Mason Ketterman on his knees on the other side of the truck, hands secured, eyes huge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell came up, breathing hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou hit?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Holes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No active wounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then remembered himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEMS?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said from the other side, \u201cMedical documentation required.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at Darnell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe means yes, but with emotional resistance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The passenger twisted enough to look at Thane again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fear had replaced disbelief now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re really\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked down at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cQuiet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man went quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel retrieved the pistol safely from the footwell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark called out, \u201cDriver secured. Visible plastic bags under center console. Cash in cup holder. Multiple phones. Strong odor consistent with narcotics packaging.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darnell looked at the truck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at the blood on Thane\u2019s shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at the cuffed passenger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel checked the wallet from the passenger\u2019s pocket after proper search.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cColby Ray Sutter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKnown associate of April Timmons.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled without humor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThread tightening.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The truck search waited for authorization and proper procedure. A K-9 unit was requested, partly for evidence protocol and partly because Mark was not going to write \u201cwerewolf smelled death truck\u201d as the sole basis for searching anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the plain-view items were enough to hold them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Burner phones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bags.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pistol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spent casings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Assault on an officer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colby Sutter kept looking at Thane\u2019s shirt while patrol loaded him into a unit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s real,\u201d he said once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned near the patrol car window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo are the charges.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colby Sutter talked after two hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not because he was brave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because he was not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had shot a werewolf twice and watched the holes close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some people found religion after that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colby found cooperation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His lawyer looked exhausted before the interview began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colby gave them Kettle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rhett Ketterman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then April Timmons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Mason Ketterman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then four more names, none of which sounded like criminal empire and all of which sounded like people someone might wave to at a gas station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darren Polk<\/strong>, who owned a lawn-care trailer and moved product in fertilizer bins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sheila Brackett<\/strong>, who managed storage-unit rentals and looked the other way for cash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Benji Arnett<\/strong>, who ran delivery between Cross Timber and Shawnee twice a week under cover of selling used tools online.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Carolyn Rader<\/strong>, who volunteered at fundraisers, worked part-time at a feed store, and allegedly kept cash ledgers in a church cookbook because no one searched church cookbooks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stared through the interview-room glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCarolyn Rader?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark checked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colby did not know where the product originated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Or said he did not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He claimed he only moved bags from Kettle to buyers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He claimed he did not know fentanyl was in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He claimed a lot of things men claimed once death arrived carrying a receipt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark documented the claims.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane listened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel watched body language and fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe came into observation near midnight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is bigger than one idiot with a truck.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLocal network?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLocal network expanding outward. Cross Timber, Edmond, Shawnee, possibly Guthrie and Stillwater if Benji Arnett\u2019s routes are accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cProduction?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUnknown,\u201d Mark said. \u201cColby says Kettle gets supply from \u2018the quiet room.\u2019 Could mean stash location. Could mean cutting location. Could mean nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked through the glass at Colby Sutter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man sat hunched beside his lawyer, face pale, one hand wrapped around a paper cup of water. He had believed the rumors were bullshit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Four people were dead because someone else believed dosage, contamination, greed, or indifference could be managed by luck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane said, \u201cHe smells like the packaging.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll of it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo. He smells like the truck, product, gun oil, fear. But not the deeper solvent trace as strong as the bags.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSuggesting he handled finished product more than source materials.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at the names on the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKettle is not just dealing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe\u2019s eyes moved to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAppliance repair. Small engines. HVAC helper. He knows tools, shops, garages, ventilation, people\u2019s houses, who is home, who has cash, who uses, who talks. He is boring enough to disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark added, \u201cAnd practical enough to run logistics.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at the board again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lori.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Calvin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tasha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the new names.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kettle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n April.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Colby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darren.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sheila.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Benji.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Carolyn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a cartel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a television empire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Locals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unassuming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Useful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Greedy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kind of people who built a machine out of errands and favors and storage units and pickup trucks, then pretended the machine did not kill anyone because they never personally watched the breathing stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mercer entered with a fresh coffee he had no business drinking at that hour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked at the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Thane\u2019s replacement shirt, which was once again temporary because the shot-up one had become evidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were shot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTwice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAgain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mercer looked at Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel lifted both paws.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI did not design this one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mercer closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy do I ask questions?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said, \u201cTo establish facts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mercer opened his eyes and looked at the board again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTell me we are closer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe are closer,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTell me that because it is true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe pointed at the network names.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe have distribution. We have a shooter. We have a vehicle. We have phones. We have at least one local hub forming. But we still do not know whether the fentanyl was added here or came from supplier level.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at the victim photos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is inference.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat supports it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane tapped the evidence photo of Bobby\u2019s bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Tasha\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the truck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe same sour solvent trace on the exterior packaging. Stronger on the product bags than on Colby. Not user-level. Not random. Something in the handling place.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd Kettle is called Kettle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is not evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, but it is annoying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mercer leaned over the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf they are cooking locally, we need to know before the next batch hits the street.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room settled into that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Four dead already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe more if they were too slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark began building the next warrant list.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Phones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Truck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n April Timmons\u2019s house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rhett Ketterman\u2019s known addresses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Storage units tied to Sheila Brackett.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Financial records.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Trash pulls where possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Surveillance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Partner agencies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stood at the board, still smelling meth, fentanyl contamination, gunpowder, and his own blood drying in fabric now sealed in evidence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some cases arrived loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some arrived quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This one had arrived as four bodies and a smell human officers could not follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But they could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That did not make it easy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It made it theirs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel came to stand beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at Colby Sutter\u2019s booking photo now added to the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe was surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAbout the shooting?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s mouth curved without humor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey always are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe thought the rumors were bullshit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMany people build entire lives on bad research.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark, from the table, said, \u201cThat is accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked back at the victims.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFour people died from bad research.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was no joke that belonged there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe\u2019s phone buzzed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She read the message and looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLab just confirmed the fourth tox. Tasha Morrow. Methamphetamine and fentanyl. Same pattern.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mercer swore quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared at the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Four for four.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bad batch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No uncertainty now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Crowe looked at them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFind Kettle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s fingers moved across the tablet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel pushed away from the board.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane took one last breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Peppermint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Solvent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he turned toward the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe will.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n At dawn, the cabin smelled like eggs, coffee, and Silas trying not to ask before they were fully through the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was at the island in his Red Dirt shirt, lunch bag packed, phone clipped at his belt, one eye on the stove and one eye on them as they came in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he saw Thane\u2019s shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The replacement one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not the same shirt he had left in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAgain?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel dropped onto a stool.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is an unfortunately efficient question.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane hung his keys near the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTwice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEveryone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark set his tablet down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMinor ballistic injury to Thane only. No lasting damage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas looked at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour normal words are terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI chose precise ones.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas turned back to Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDrug case?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kitchen went still for half a beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas lifted one paw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI am not asking details. Calder texted the volunteer group that fire may get called for standby if police locate hazardous drug materials.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes. Drug case.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas\u2019s face darkened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBad?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPeople dead?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not because Silas had no right to know public facts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the number had weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFour.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then opened them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDamn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel accepted a plate from him when Silas handed it over automatically, because pack still ate even when the world was ugly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas sat across from Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI never got into that scene.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas\u2019s voice stayed quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBefore. I mean. I stole things. High-end property, cash, electronics, anything that could move clean if you knew the right buyer. I am not making that sound better than it was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut drugs were a whole other kind of mess. Dealers, users, guns, people desperate before the job even starts. You cannot control a room like that. You cannot plan all the exits because the product eats the exits.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel paused with his fork halfway to his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark watched Silas closely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas looked down at his coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI saw enough around the edges to stay away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat was smart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas\u2019s mouth twitched without humor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI occasionally was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel said softly, \u201cFive steps.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time, the phrase did not feel like a joke exactly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n More like a small bridge across an old place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane said, \u201cWe will not talk case details here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou never do. Not really.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said, \u201cSeparation matters.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt does.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He picked up his lunch bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCalder might ask if I know anything because of my past.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s ears shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat will you say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas held his gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat I do not. And that you do not bring cases home for me to chew on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane smiled faintly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd if he asks whether I ever ran with drug crews, I will tell him the truth. No. I was a thief. Different kind of stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGrowth is weird.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the door, he paused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBe careful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas looked at the replacement shirt one more time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at Thane\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCareful for real.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane held his gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor real.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silas left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The door closed behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe is getting better at worrying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said, \u201cMore direct.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked toward the window as Silas\u2019s truck started outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Outside, morning brightened over Cross Timber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside, the board at the station waited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Four dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A bad batch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A local network pretending it was only business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And somewhere behind the names, behind the pickup, behind the peppermint gum and diesel and sour chemical trace, a quiet room waited to be found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The first body was found in a bathroom. 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