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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR JANICE CANTORE
  3. Map of Rogue’s Hollow
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. Epigraph
  7. PROLOGUE
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  61. EPILOGUE
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  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  64. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

Curiosity was strong in Tess, and the enigma of Livie Harp tested all her self-control. She’d searched for information on the woman only through public means. She was not about to violate the law and conduct a law enforcement search when, to her knowledge, Harp had done nothing illegal. Harp wanted to be off the grid and was as successful as anyone Tess had ever been acquainted with. Without probable cause to articulate a need to know, Tess would have to be satisfied with leaving the mystery alone.

13

After a day of online searching, Ice had found nothing to confirm beyond any doubt that his target was located in Shady Cove, Oregon. Cyrus had law enforcement on his payroll, Ice knew, but they either didn’t know exactly where the girl was or were not coughing up any more information because of the heat. And there was heat.

Ice had considerable hacking skills, but wherever the Feds were hiding Chevy, he couldn’t find it on the web. Yet Ice’s gut told him it was a good lead, so in spite of the uncertainty, he packed up his belongings and prepared to head to the Northwest. He stole a nice BMW motorcycle, then some clean license plates and pulled up his destination on GPS.

Cyrus had been cocky about still being free when Royal had first spoken to him. Yeah, he was free, but the charges were big-time. Once the Feds opened the iPad . . . well, Ice for one wanted to be somewhere else. The arrest and subsequent bail of Cyrus Beck was front-page news, and there was a frenzy in the cable news arena—it was almost wall-to-wall coverage.

Ice smiled when he saw the rent-a-mobs show up to protest against Cyrus’s prosecution with signs claiming it was a government conspiracy and a setup. Several signs even blamed people who didn’t believe in global warming for setting Cyrus up. He knew that Cyrus had a pipeline to under-the-radar agencies who could produce mobs at the drop of a hat.

As amusing as Ice thought the protests were, he’d told Cyrus to leave the country and forget the mess here. There were plenty of nice places to live that had no extradition agreements.

“I won’t let a little nothing high school dropout chase me out of my own country. Find her, Ice. Find her.”

Ice would, he promised.

He rolled into Shady Cove, Oregon, in a little over six hours and rented a small hotel room at a place called the Maple Leaf. Ice considered the place Hicksville and knew that when he found the girl, he’d have no trouble overcoming any resistance. He had little respect for cops and even less for small-town Barney Fifes.