On his way back to his hotel, Jalbert uses a burner phone to make a call. “There were no drugs in his truck,” Calten tells him. “Not under the seat, not anywhere.” “That’s all right,” Jalbert says, although it’s not. “He found them and got rid of them, that’s all. Like a wolf smelling a trap. As for you, Troop, you know nothing, right? You just stopped him because he was weaving.” “That’s right,” Calten says. “It might be smart to delete this call.” “Roger that, Inspector. Sorry it didn’t work out.” “I appreciate the effort.”
