Darren Volk, Sergeant Evans, Russ, and Philly were in the sheriff ’s office, awaiting news from Dana and Mac on the phone call Tyler would soon make to Addison Shaw. “We still good to go, Tyler?” Mac asked as the deputy released the boy into their custody. “I guess,” he mumbled. Tyler seemed subdued, no doubt upset that his plans had been abruptly cancelled by his arrest. He’d be even more upset when he discovered his “lady” would no longer be accompanying him out of town. At least Mac hoped that would be the case. “You remember the number?” Mac asked. Tyler dug a ragged piece of paper out of his pocket. “I got it here. I wrote down his office number and his home number.” “Good. I doubt he’ll be at the office, so call his home.” Mac motioned for him to sit next to the phone. “Have a seat.” Tyler eased into the chair, eying both detectives warily. Dana handed him a small black earpiece that was connected to a long black cord. She plugged the other end into an elaborate recording device that was equipped with a small speaker.
