Chapter 64 Jordan
SIXTY-FOUR
JORDAN
Wen drove like a native Angeleno, arguing with Crosby about the fastest route to Beverly Hills.
“Ventura Boulevard to Coldwater Canyon,” she insisted. “I do it, like, all the time.”
“Exactly how often do you go to Beverly Hills?”
“Sepulveda, not like anyone cares what I think,” muttered Hart.
But Wen didn’t drive like a cop. Even with her flashers on, she ceded the right-of-way when she didn’t have to and crept through intersections like an elderly driver. Clearly, she had never driven patrol as she rode through the ranks. Her career must have taken a more academic path.
Jordan wished he could take the wheel but knew he was lucky to be in the car. If he went back for his own vehicle, he might never catch up. And really, all that mattered now was being there when they put the cuffs on Cara Campbell.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use this time productively.
As the car rolled onto the 101, heading east, he unlocked his phone and located the purple button he’d never once pressed before.
To his left, Hart was watching the road.
To his right, Ellett was typing furiously on her laptop. Neither so much as glanced over.
Jordan opened Podcasts and searched Dylan Danvers.
California Death Trip came up right away, apparently the #1 true-crime podcast in the country.
Or were the rankings international? Jordan had no idea what the ranking had been last week, but with Campbell’s case generating endless publicity, it was no surprise the show was so popular.
He skimmed the show notes for several of the most recent episodes and then pressed the plus sign to subscribe. He’d listen as soon as he had a few spare hours—and after he bought some earbuds.
His phone chimed with an incoming call before he could put it back in his pocket. Beto.
“Hey, we need to talk,” said his chief deputy.
“Kind of busy at the moment,” Jordan told him quietly.
“Not too busy for this. I found our leaker.”
Jordan lowered the phone and asked Wen, “How far away are we?”
“Twenty minutes,” said Wen.
“If you’re lucky,” said Crosby.
“I’ll call you back in half an hour,” Jordan told Beto.