Page 41 of Devil Inside: Green

Shit.

“Where?”

“Florida.”

I hang up on the man. “Danni, get in the car.”

She looks at me, registering the urgency on my face because after one more quick hug and cheek kiss, she jogs to the car, waving at her sister over her shoulder.

“Get in the house, Misty,” I order.

“He did it again, didn’t he?”

Danni said Misty doesn’t know what we’re up to. I’m not so sure of that, but I nod.

“Be careful,” she says, crying harder. “But catch that son of a bitch.”

She knows, all right.

She fucking knows.

15

DANNI

I’m driving as fast as I can without obliterating the speed limit. Green gave me a few days of lightness and now every breath feels heavy. He’s angry. I understand that. I’m angry too, but we can’t start falling apart now.

His phone rings and I glance over to see Carter’s name pop up on the screen.

“Got something?” Green answers. He pauses, then says, “Putting you on speaker so Danni can hear, too.”

“Hey, Danni,” Carter says.

“Hi. Any leads?”

“Been busy checking them out. Seeing who might have had time or opportunity to commit these crimes then digging into their personal lives to discern any motives. I’ve narrowed it down to a couple of people. First guy, Ted Kroulic. Mom was a party girl back in the seventies. She died of a drug overdose and he was sent to a Catholic boys’ home. Looks like he was brutalized by some of the older boys who lived there. When he aged out, he went to community college but was kicked out and arrested after assaulting a woman who he apparently had a crush on. He said he caught her being loose.”

“Shit,” Green mutters.

“It looks like after he got out of the joint, he joined the army—fucking army. They take anybody.” Carter, like Sarge and Jack Dunham, were all Marines. Ex Raiders. “Dishonorably discharged,” I hear and realize that I’d zoned out, missing whatever else he’d said about Ted. “After his discharge, he went off the grid. I’m still trying to track his whereabouts. It takes me a bit more time when there’s no paper trail, but I can do it.”

“Why is it always Teds?” I ask. “You name your kid Ted and you’re just asking for them to go off the rails on that crazy train.”

“Note to self,” Carter teases. “No kids named Ted.”

“What about the other?” Green asks.

“I traced the sale of one of those camper vans to a man named—get this—Uri Dumass.”

“The fuck?” Green asks.

“Likeyou’re a dumbass?” I ask and Green cuts a glare to me, shaking his head, laughing.

“You caught that one fast. It took me a couple of times of reading his name before it clicked.”

“Not much gets past Danni,” Green says. I love when he compliments me like that. I feel useful.

“Yet she still hasn’t figured out she’s too good for your ugly ass.”

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