Page 79 of Craft Brew

What else did they have in common? Something else a third place might?

He pictured both in his mind, viewing them from the inside out. Starting with a close-in shot of the containment rooms, then expanding the field of vision out to the bigger picture. The entire house, inside and out.

Outside.

He opened his eyes, staring right at the camera in the corner of the interrogation room.

Bingo.

Calmer, grounded, determined, he slid into the chair across from Reid. “You ran the books at the garage?”

Reid paled again and started to shake his head.

“I don’t care,” Cam said. “You paid the vendors, yes?”

Reid hesitated, and Cam just barely stopped himself from slamming a palm on the table a third time. “Listen, you’re not here for whatever you may or may not have cooked. Now, answer the goddamn question.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I kept the books.”

“Who’d you pay to do the security upgrade?” He pointed at the camera behind them. “The surveillance.”

Reid gulped audibly. “Your brother.”

Cam wasn’t surprised. Bobby was the best, and while he might not be in that life anymore, those guys trusted him. “He sell to any of you direct?”

“Yeah, occasionally.”

“Sit tight.” Cam pushed back from the table. “Keep an eye on him,” he said to Matt, then beckoned Jamie out into the hallway with him.

Jamie handed him his phone, already ringing Bobby. “Whiskey, what’s?—”

“It’s me, Bobby,” Cam said shortly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, at once alert.

“Case took a turn,” Cam replied vaguely. “I don’t have time to get into it, but I need your help.”

“Anything, brother.”

“You installed the security system at Koehler’s in South End? Cameras and the like?”

“Yeah, I did most of the garages around there.”

“One of the guys there, Timothy Harper, had you install a similar one out in Lincoln.”

“That’s right. His grandparents’ old farmhouse out in the sticks and his stepdad’s old place that backed up to the library.”

“Which library?”

“South Boston Public.”

Vertigo struck, and Cam had to shoot out a hand to brace himself. He missed the wall and Jamie grabbed him, holding him steady. “The one Erin was taken from?”

“The same. That was my least favorite job ever.”

“Send us the address.”

“Cam, what’s going on?” Bobby’s voice was back to concerned, worry ratcheting up.