Chapter 79

The wipers kept in time with the rain, slow and steady. I hadn’t turned the recorder over yet. It sat in the passenger seat mocking me with whatever information it held. I'm almost certain that I did the right thing by taking it. It wouldn't be smart to leave a recording behind with the body. But right now I needed to hear one voice, and it's not the dead man’s.

I thumbed my comms. “Dante. Talk t