Torsten handed Jimmy a piece of paper with a side profile photo of Bob on it. There was no personal information—just some cases related to the Azte cartel that they had uncovered.
Jimmy said, "Bob is on Elm Street, at the Negra restaurant. Sara's merchandise is in the kitchen of the Victoria Café. Are you going to make a move? Bob can provide the goods, but I need Tim Spark's location."
Contemplating, Torsten lightly tapped his thigh with his right hand. After a moment, he slowly shook his head, "Without direct evidence, even if we capture Bob, it would be useless. We need to find his warehouse or route. We have to catch him red-handed."
Jimmy replied, "Then you handle Sara's goods."
Torsten asked, "What about Sara?"
Jimmy answered, "She's probably looking for a ride home by now. She didn't bring her cell phone when she left."
A smile appeared on Torsten's face; Jimmy was still a cop after all. He hadn't lost his mind.
