Foster said, staring out at the dark road in front of him. “Shit.” A full sigh came through the speakerphone. “I thought—” “Yeah, so did I. He said he’d only talk if I was there, but then he backed out at the last second. He told Agent Long that he didn’t have anything to say now. Someone either got to him in the prison, or he was just spinning stories in the first place.” “I’m sorry, Foster.” He leaned his head against the headrest, feeling beat down. “The FBI isn’t going to dig much further now that there’s no new information. They’re spread too thin to be wasting time on a cold case. I need you to take over with what little the guard overheard from this guy in the first place. He threw out a few nicknames, maybe start with that.” “Will do, boss,” Bret said without hesitation. “I’ll see what I can find.” “Thanks.”
