Chapitre 132: Playing With High-Profile Criminals

We saw them leave silently and stared. "So, what do we do next?" I asked after a minute.

"We called in Maya's boyfriend," Nash informed me. 

"Good. We will need to have some officers tail McCain, too," I insisted. 

"What do you want to do?" he asked. 

"See where he goes and makes him feel like he is being followed all the time. If we get a location on the weapon, that could be great," I commented with a grimace. 

"Pretty sure that he threw it in the river. Without solid evidence, we can't send people down to search for a needle in a haystack," Nash told me. 

I nodded, knowing this was the truth. "I don't know. The way he reacted when I said that the murder weapon might have his fingerprints…" I tapped my finger against the folder. "His reaction told me that if we tried, we could find the knife."

Nash patted my back. "Don't think too deeply about it," he emphasized.