He’d relayed what Pam Sailor had explained about Michael Carter to the ATF agents since they had the resources to track the man down. When he’d gone to see Barton in prison, Carter had signed the visiting log with an Arizona driver’s license. A little digging into the catering business purchase uncovered the same address as his ID. The phone number on the business card belonged to an untraceable burner phone. There was no California identification for the man. Nick also promised to dig deeper into the shooting investigation at work that day. As self-pity began to envelop her, Carly knew she had to do something to stop it. Nick always said that when the negative began to pile up, concentrate on the positive. She stood to pace and do just that. The worst of her soreness had faded, and she wanted to be at work—or at the very least out defending her reputation, not stuck in the house. When the phone rang and she saw a work extension, she nearly let it go to voice mail. But she needed a distraction, any distraction.
