Back Cut and Run
Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. Chapter Thirty-seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-nine
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“You did an amazing job. Your computer simulation alone was worthy of a commendation, but the fact that you worked so well with the FBI lab at Quantico is what helped us solve the case.”

“Well, I appreciate it. Really. I’ll take a look, but I don’t know that it will do any good. As far as we’re concerned, the case is closed.”

“Because Grant confessed?”

“And we haven’t heard about anything else. If it went to trial, we’d prepare for court, but…” He shrugged, then eyed her. “He is guilty, right?”

“I don’t know,” Lucy said. “He recanted.”

Ash snorted. “And every felon is innocent.”

“This time … there are some extenuating circumstances. I honestly can’t say whether he’s innocent or guilty, but because this case is connected to the Albright case, I need to look at every possibility.”

Lucy was driving back to FBI headquarters when she had a call from an unknown number.

“Kincaid,” she answered.

“It’s Nate. We have him.”

“Ricky?”

“He’s alive and well. We’re leaving in the morning. We don’t want to be on the road at night.”

“Thank God,” she said. “He’s okay? Really?”

“He doesn’t want to leave, but Javier—Jill Young’s cousin—talked to him. He’s scared and confused. He’s not a kid—he went from nine to adult—but is still a kid, if that makes sense.”

Lucy understood. “Did you show him the pictures?”

“Chavez.”

“How certain was he?”

“Absolutely certain. He didn’t hesitate.”

She’d had Nate create a series of photos that included Chavez, Douglas, the sheriff of Kerr County, and three FBI agents.

“And no one else?”

“No. Why?”

“Douglas is angry that we cut him out. We executed a warrant on the bank—Pollero is in the wind. Left the house early, didn’t go to work, visited his daughter for breakfast, and is just gone.”

“Damn.”

“And I didn’t tell Douglas what we were doing. He read me the riot act. Chavez wasn’t the lead detective.”

“But he was there at the Youngs’ house when they questioned the twins.”

“Maybe we should alert Douglas.” But it would not go over well.

“Just because Ricky didn’t identify him doesn’t mean that he isn’t also involved.”

Lucy knew Nate was right, but she didn’t like being put in this situation.

“I guess we’re lucky at this point that he wants nothing to do with me, but I’m going to tell Rachel. Let her make the call about who is looped in.”

“How did she take my spontaneous trip?”

“You’re using vacation, not sick time.”

“That’s it?”

“She’s hard to read. My gut tells me she’ll put a comment in our files, but she’s not going to go further. But my gut could be wrong.”

“Not usually.”

“She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t angry.”