All four men glanced in their direction.
“These are DEA agents Mike Stolts and Vince Carson,” King said.
Sara stepped up and stood at his side. She smiled at the two plain-clothed officers. They had badges hanging from chains around their necks.
“Hi,” Stolts said with a smile at them both.
Sara reached out and shook the man’s offered hand.
Levi did not.
“You’re Sara Jones?” Stolts asked.
“I am.”
“Do you remember an employee by the name of Brenda?”
Levi glared at Stolts, and the man’s hand was still wrapped around Sara’s hand. Stolts dropped Sara’s hand and took a hasty step back.
“I didn’t meet her, but I’ve seen her name on some of the old receipts,” Sara said with a nod.
“She was killed,” Stolts said.
“I heard about that from Mandy.” Sara nodded, and Levi planted a hand low on her back.
“Let’s have a seat,” King suggested.
They all took seats in the living room.
King seemed fine with Stolts asking the questions, so Levi stayed quiet.
Stolts cleared his throat. “Brenda died from a hit-and-run. It’s an unsolved case.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“She was undercover DEA.”
Sara’s eyes went wide. She shot a quick glance at him and then back to Stolts.
Levi clenched his teeth. The last thing he wanted was for these assholes to scare Sara and he turned to her.
“You can pull out,” he said.
Sara eyed him for a few moments and then shook her head.
“No.”
“We suspect that Brenda had evidence on Kevin Wilson and Chester Miller working for Edward Stewart,” Stolts said.
“I heard that Stewart is a drug crime lord,” Sara said with a nod, leaning forward a bit as she spoke.
“That’s right. Whatever evidence Brenda had, we believe she was killed for it.”
“What evidence do you suspect?” Sara asked.
“I don’t know. A video, could be a flash drive or photos, a copy of the secret ledgers,” Stolts admitted with a downward slant to his mouth.
“Was her locker cleared out?” Sara frowned.