Chapter 1811

"Dig deeper," Debra said. "Track every move he's made. He's not slick enough to fake his records."

Liza nodded. "On it."

Debra sank into the couch. "Three days, max, and Stanley's done. Then we can breathe."

Fermin frowned. "You sure he can't make any waves?"

"He doesn't have that kind of brain," she replied. "These past two days were tough because the spreading chains were extensive. Schools, dive bars, and motels."

The biggest effort they had put into the investigation had been tracking down the source. And in just two days, they managed to trace the origin of the transmission route back to Stanley.

It proved his stupidity.

If he had been smarter, he would have created a fake identity for himself. He was still a reckless idiot as he was 20 years ago.

Someone like him couldn't make any waves.

"Well then, I'll leave him to you," Fermin said. "Just fill me in when it's done."

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"Also, we've burned cash and manpower on this," he added, tossing the file aside. "I'll send you the bill. Once Stanley's nabbed, make him pay, and don't let him get cozy in lockup. I'm pissed."

The investigation in the past week had drained him. He was glad to let them handle it.

"Peddling powder here?" he muttered. "He picked the wrong turf. Cross me, and he's toast."

Debra turned to Marion. "Have Randy lock down Stanley's location."

"Already on it," Marion said. "He'll ping us soon."

Their phones soon lit up with the coordinates, but their faces dropped.

"Seamar City High?" Debra felt ice in her veins, worried about Lillian and Solomon's safety.

She hadn't expected Stanley to lurk at school all these years.