When Ray called this morning and said they had the information I needed, my stomach dropped. His tone said it all—they found shit I wasn’t gonna like. Which only meant that Jett was gonna hate it too. I pulled up in front of the little office the guys called their home: a small private investigation firm, among other things that were a little darker and unadvertised. Both Bennie and Ray were retired marines who had since become a team of two badass dudes. They had a long list of clients that entrusted them with some high-profile cases and information. Like I said, they got the job done and their reputation was well known. Entering the office, I found both guys waiting for me with a file laid out on the desk between us. “There it is, son.” Bennie pointed to the file. “The information you needed on Ian Wilson.” He paused for a moment. “Some pretty interesting things we ran across.”
