I didn’t see the flaw in my plan until I was almost out of the warehouse district. How could I go to the police with the insignificant amount of information I’d gathered? Undoubtedly, I would be asked where the criminals were. It wouldn’t be enough to say in a warehouse. The LCPD would want me to pinpoint exactly. Then, I’d be asked what evidence tied them to my family’s murders. I couldn’t help in either regard.
The only way I could was by obtaining more details, which meant I had to go back. But I lacked my phone or a weapon. I’d be a sitting duck waiting to be discovered.
Change in plans… I’d return the next night. Maybe I could ask Debbie some general questions about Project Triton without letting on what I was up to. It was my best option.
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