suspected.”
“So, what about me? Will I be facing any charges?”
“Not if the information you provide is reliable, and it will help if you testify on our behalf. We believe the people running this operation are in league with local and Mexican drug lords. The DA wants solid evidence more than anything else. It gets us closer to the people who are so powerful, that bringing them down will make a difference in this city.”
“I haven’t done much, but I’ve seen a lot.”
“Depending on what you know, there will be no charges, Chase. No matter what you’ve done.”
Even if I was involved in preparing the stolen cars to be sent out?”
“We assumed you were, otherwise they wouldn’t threaten you in the first place. From what we’ve seen, this is their MO. They get younger workers, like you. Someone working there takes you under his wing. The boss makes it seem as though you’re only there for the day work. You’re well paid. The extra money is just to keep your mouth shut. Then they ask you to work a night shift. Someone else can’t. It’ll be the only one.”
“That’s what they told me.”
“Exactly. As soon as you work one shift, you’re involved, and they know they have leverage. With that leverage, they plan on making you do what they want you to—and that means staying with the shop until they decide they don’t need you any longer. I hate to say it, but someone like you would never have gotten free of them. Your only out is what you’re doing now.”
“I still don’t understand it. Why would they pull me into it if they know my mother’s husband owns the shop?”
“Sorry, come again?”
“My mother is Marsha Moscov. She remarried the owner of the auto shop, Yuri Moscov.”
“Yuri Moscov?” He asked, standing from his seat quickly. “Are you positive?”
“Yes. He lent a man named John Brewer the money to operate the shop, I think. My mom married him a few years ago. I had not been in contact with her for years. She only recently reached out to me when I moved to San Diego this summer, and I think she’s the reason I got the job. Neither my mom nor Mr. Moscov know anything about this illegal activity. So how could the guys running the shop expect me to be loyal?”
“Hold on.” He walked to the door in a hurry. “I’ll be right back.”
Chase waited in the room. They had not processed him yet, so he still had his phone in his pocket. He tried Meaghan’s number again. There was no answer. He thought of calling John Brewer. It didn’t seem like anyone was coming back soon, so he called the number.
“Rudolfo’s. How may I help you?” A man answered on the other end of the line.
“Hello. I’d like to speak with John Brewer.”
“He’s not available right now. What’s this about?”
Chase wasn’t sure what to ask. He couldn’t just come out and say it was about the chop shop, or Meaghan. Just then, it hit him. Meaghan worked at Rudolfo’s. It couldn’t be a coincidence. “I’ll… I’ll call back. Thanks.”
Chase hung up and hurried out of the interview room to look for one of the officers. He had to let the officers know the man running the chop shop and the owner where Meaghan worked were the same person. He had to be involved.
Chapter 5
“We need to find Meaghan now,” Chase implored to Detective Beam when he found him near the detectives cage.
“She’s in the system now. With both San Diego Police Department and the California Missing and Unidentified Persons Unit. Agent Franks has also alerted the FBI Missing Persons Unit, because this case is linked to organized crime. And SDPD Switchboard has sent her picture to officers in the field. We’re on this, Chase. And right now, what we need is your statement.”
“I just phoned the number for John Brewer.”
“What?”
“My mother gave me his number to try. He’s in charge of the auto shop, and I just realized he owns the restaurant where Meaghan worked.”
“Let’s get back in the