“You’re sure?” said Carmen, peering at the screen as she leaned over the couch.
“Hundred percent,” said Lock.
“Or it’s the mother of all coincidences,” Ty chipped in.
“And Ryan doesn’t believe in coincidences,” said Carmen, straightening up and walking around the couch so she was facing them.
Lock could feel an address to the court about to go down. That was the vibe Carmen was giving off. He had a fair idea what the gist of it would be too.
“No going vigilante again,” she said.
He smiled. He’d been right.
“Getting charges in Bakersfield dropped is one thing, and even that was a stretch, but here’s different.”
“So, what we do?” asked Ty. He was looking more to Lock than Carmen.
“We can take this straight to the cops, but the first thing he’s going to do is lawyer up. He goes down for the arson, but that doesn’t help us find Kristin.”
“No, it doesn’t,” said Ty.
“I’d vote we beat the shit out of him, then hand it to the cops, but Carmen, you’re right, we can’t find this kid if we’re cooling our jets in county jail.”
Carmen stalked over to the window and back. She snapped her fingers.
“Maybe there’s a way you can have your cake and eat it too,” she said.
“Oh, yeah?” said Ty.
“Yeah,” she said, tapping the back of the laptop with her nails.