Unseen (Will Trent / Atlanta Series)

about ten minutes before the attack.”
    Will stared out at the view, which was a depressing mix of interstate and strip malls. “Could be one of Jared’s buddies just calling to check in.”
    “Could be.”
    “Have you talked to Lena’s team?”
    “What’s left of it. DeShawn Franklin seems to think this is no big deal. Paul Vickery is a dick.”
    Will ran his hand along his jaw. “He’s upset about his partner almost being murdered. He was here looking for Tony Dell this morning.”
    “Did he find him?”
    “If Tony gets the crap beaten out of him, then we’ll know he did.”
    “Vickery struck me as that kind of guy,” Faith admitted. “Very self-righteous about me wasting his time when he could be out looking for whoever put out the hit on Lena and Jared.”
    Will said, “Vickery thinks Bill Black is involved.”
    “I’d probably make the same assumption. Black’s a con with a violent history. Dell’s car was at the crime scene. They both work at the same place.”
    “My boss told Vickery that Tony Dell and Bill Black are good friends.”
    “Nice. How’s that target feel on your back?”
    “Stabby,” Will admitted. He’d have to be very careful around Vickery if he ever had the bad fortune to cross paths with him again. “What’s the police station like?”
    “They’re all helpful on the surface, but the minute you start to pull at a string, they cut you off.”
    “What strings?”
    “Incident reports. Daily briefings. They’re not good at producing paperwork, which is odd for a police station.”
    Will noted, “It’s been my impression that police officers have to write everything down.”
    “Mine, too. Maybe we should go work for Macon.” She leaned back against the shed. “Chief Gray runs a tight ship, but he’s got the press on his back—both Macon and Atlanta—plus there’s talk someone saw a CNN truck heading down 75.”
    “Great,” Will mumbled. He’d seldom worked a case where the media made things better.
    Faith said, “Gray has every able-bodied cop pounding the streets, including himself. You gotta hand it to the old guy. He’s got his sleeves rolled up just like everybody else. The downside is that Branson’s got the whole station to herself. Her and Paul Vickery. I get the feeling DeShawn Franklin’s heart isn’t in it. He was handpicked by Chief Gray when he took over the force a few years ago. His loyalties have to be torn.”
    “You think he’ll flip?”
    “Not unless he’s caught in bed with a dead woman or a live boy.” Faith blew out a puff of air. He could tell she was frustrated. “I ran Jared and Lena’s credit, checked their accounts. They pass the smell test. Lena’s Celica is paid off, his truck’s a year out. Low balance on their credit cards. There’s a couple of thou left on Jared’s student loans. Another thou in savings. No big trips or lake houses. They’re a little upside down on their mortgage, but who isn’t?”
    “What about their cases?”
    “We’re covered up with cases. Jared was trying to win some kind of contest to write the most tickets. Lena’s got a stack of arrests this big.” Faith held her hands a foot apart. “I’ve got four loaners from the field office looking to kill me for drowning them in paperwork. They’re gonna be working eighteen-hour shifts.”
    “It’s easier to treat them badly if you don’t know their names.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind,” Faith said. “First thing I asked for wasthe case file on that shooting-gallery raid you read about in the newspaper.”
    Will assumed she was drawing this out for a reason. “And?”
    “IA has all the files. Every single scrap.”
    Internal Affairs. “That makes sense. Two cops were hurt during the raid.”
    “Keith McVale and Mitch Cabello. Don’t be impressed. I only found out their names because I checked the duty roster.”
    “Did you talk to them?”
    “One’s in Florida spending his disability and the other checked himself out of the hospital this morning. He’s not answering my calls and he’s not at home.” She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and swiped the screen a few times before showing some photos to Will. “DeShawn Franklin. Mitch Cabello. Keith McVale.”
    Except for skin color, there was a sameness to all the men—square-jawed, clean-cut. The same as Paul Vickery. They were more like a military unit than a detective squad.
    Faith said, “There’s a third guy who took off around the same time. Another