She hoped Ted had decided to make it a late day, too. She let Whiskey out, dressed, then went into the living room to pack up her computer. Her laptop was open. She tapped a key and the screen lit up with an article about Chaz Bristow. She’d forgotten all about her Google search once Roseanne had showed up at the door. She sat down and scrolled through the article. Bristow was thorough. He’d ratted out one meth lab, followed the trail to a ring of labs, and was taking notes as the cops took a high-profile drug lord off to jail. She clicked back to Google and brought up the most recent articles, written five years before, about the kidnapping of the wife of one of LA’s most prominent bankers. The banker paid several ransom demands, but his wife wasn’t returned. There was speculation that she was dead. Speculation that the husband had been in on it. Speculation that it was revenge for an illicit scheme gone wrong. The husband stopped paying. Chaz’s articles stopped. Maybe that was the end of it.
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