Chapter 172 Caught in the middle

The next morning found Mariama back in Andre's office, poring over files and surveillance photos. She barely looked up when the door opened and Andre walked in. "Any progress?" he asked, setting a cup of coffee in front of her. Mariama gratefully took a sip before answering. "Maybe. I've been cross-referencing the guest list with known associates of Ramon's. There are a few promising leads." Andre nodded, moving to look over her shoulder at the papers spread across the desk. "What about the man with the scar?" "No luck yet," Mariama admitted. "But I've put the word out. If he's still in town, we'll find him." They worked in companionable silence for a while, the awkwardness from the previous night forgotten in the face of their shared goal. Suddenly, Mariama's phone buzzed. She grabbed it, her eyes widening as she read the message. "We've got him," she said, jumping to her feet. "One of our guys spotted the man with the scar entering a warehouse on the outskirts of town." Andre