Escapees in the Triangle
The file she'd gotten from Angie had been committed to memory and destroyed as instructed when Zoe returned home. Once she located the three escapees from Super-Max, she kept an eye on their comings and goings, and their contacts. With the police a rare sight in the Triangle, they were soon comfortable enough to branch out and resume their previous activities.

Zoe fully recognized she couldn't go in alone with guns blazing, although it was tempting. Her efforts up to now had all been aimed at the small fish. Big fish needed more experience than she had if she wanted to make it a permanent solution. Calling in the police wasn't an option. She didn't trust the police to do more than speed through without unlocking their doors, even if Mom was pleased with the contact her new business ally had referred to her. They came in herds or they didn't come at all.

She did think about Red Robin and asking him for help, but he was so straight. He'd want to do things by the book, but the book didn't work. These guys already had their shot at rehabilitation. She'd much rather a divine retribution story made the rounds with explosions, blood and bad guy bodies.

She took pictures, kept notes, and finally delivered her own file to Angie's office.