Least Wanted — Chapter 27
Sam McRae Mystery #2
The police came and took my report. I had little faith that much would come of it since nothing big had been stolen. All my files were accounted for. I’d had my backup hard drive at the motel — out of sight and out of reach.
I placed a call to Little D. “Someone broke into my office,” I said. “I think it was probably Beaufort or Diesel.”