21. Fletch

TWENTY-ONE

FLETCH

"Officer Leonard to dispatch, come in," I hear Marsha come over the radio. I'm on high fucking alert. The team and I walk out of the house Clayton Smith is staying at, coming up empty-handed without the suspect. Fuck that. He's not a suspect. We've got him lock, stock, and barrel. Now we just have to get our hands on him. The good news is we've got even more evidence. The bad news is he's been solely focused on Maeve Oliver. Once we gathered what we needed, document after document, photo after photo.

"This is Leonard, go for dispatch."

"We've got a silent alarm going off at 511 Arrowleaf Way." Leonard looks at me the moment the address is announced, and we're both heading to our squad cars. The address Marsha stated is Whisked Away. This is going from bad to worse, and I know one thing for damn sure: this has Clayton Smith written all over it.

"Goddamn it," I growl once I'm in my car, gear in Drive and my foot smashed on the gas. I'm going to have to somehow deliver the news to JW, then Lawson. Jesus fucking Christ, what a clusterfuck.