Chapters (48)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
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“I told you. I should have noticed I was being followed, but I was preoccupied. My fault, I’ll admit it. I had all this new information rattling around in my head trying to make sense of it. I was about fifteen minutes out of Kerrville when I saw the truck. I tried to get out of his way, but he hit me and pushed me over the railing. I was going to call you, but my phone is all busted. How did you know I was here?”
“Sean had a tracker on your phone.”
“I forgot I let him put it on.”
“He’s a smart guy.”
“I want to go. Please.”
“Stay here while I tell the doctor I’m perfectly capable of keeping my eye on you. And I need to track down whoever is investigating the hit-and-run.”
“Ten minutes.”
“Give me a little more time.”
“Eleven minutes.”
He kissed her again. “Hold that thought.”
When Ryan heard from the sheriff’s department that they caught the guy who had rammed Max off the road, thanks to three Good Samaritans who gave chase, he wanted to join Lucy for the interview. Lucy convinced him that the best thing for him to do was take Max to her hotel and find out exactly what she’d learned that put her on their radar.
Lucy and Nate went to the Kerr County jail, where Cesar Ynez was in holding. She talked to Jennifer Reed, who had just landed at the airport. They compared notes, and Reed was extremely happy. She was going to talk to the ADA and then the FBI and figure out how they wanted to pursue Harrison and Faith Monroe.
“He asked for a lawyer,” the guard said.
“Fine,” Lucy said. “I can still talk to him. Does he have a record?”
“Surprisingly, no. But I don’t know why. He has a prison gang tat on his arm, but there’s no record of him being in prison or arrested for anything in the state of Texas. We ran him through the federal database and came up dry as well.”
“Someone must have purged him.”
“Just watch yourself. One of the Good Samaritans had his jaw broken before another subdued him with a Taser. He’s damn lucky no one had a gun, he would have a dozen holes in him after they witnessed what he did to that woman.”
“You have a witness statement?”
“Multiple,” the deputy said. “Several people saw him intentionally ram her off the road. Her car flipped twice, she’s lucky to be alive. Then he floored it. He didn’t come willingly, but they got him.”
Lucy and Nate went inside the interview room and looked at Cesar Ynez. Immediately she saw that this was the man who threatened Stanley Grant. He was large, Hispanic, and had a serious burn scar on his right hand.