LEWIS watched Victor Hale walk out of the building where his upscale apartment was. From where they sat in the parked car across the street, they had a clear view of the entrance. Hale came out in neat, pressed clothes, his posture straight, and walked right toward his car without stopping.
"I didn't think a behavioral assessment specialist made that kind of money," Lewis said as he kept his eyes on Hale.
Stevens, seated beside him, gave a small shrug. "If he manages his finances well, it is possible."
Lewis let out a quiet breath. "That would go against what we've seen so far."
