Friday. Miami, FL.
QUENTIN HAD A FEW reasons for coming to Miami, other than seeing Candi again. They weren't great reasons, but at this stage in the game it was worth talking to anyone who might know something, no matter how slight their connection. In the intelligence world, knowledge was power and everyone wanted more. Nadine was careful. He knew tracking her wouldn't be as direct as getting a hot tip on the last place she was spotted. Finding her would come down to strategic moves, shortening the distance between them.
Every lead mattered.
So far, he'd dropped by one contact's known haunt, only to have just missed him. Quentin would have to try the guy again later.