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Chapters (78)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Prologue
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Thirteen
  20. Fourteen
  21. Fifteen
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. Twenty-Two
  29. Twenty-Three
  30. Twenty-Four
  31. Twenty-Five
  32. Twenty-Six
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Fifty-Four
  61. Fifty-Five
  62. Fifty-Six
  63. Fifty-Seven
  64. Fifty-Eight
  65. Fifty-Nine
  66. Sixty
  67. Sixty-One
  68. Sixty-Two
  69. Sixty-Three
  70. Sixty-Four
  71. Sixty-Five
  72. Sixty-Six
  73. Sixty-Seven
  74. Sixty-Eight
  75. Acknowledgments
  76. Discover More
  77. About the Author
  78. Also by Owen Laukkanen

Harwood looked at the camera phone. The man aiming it at him smiled a little.

“This is obstruction of justice,” Harwood said. “This is a mistake, what you’re doing here. You’re making one hell of a mistake.”

“That may well be,” Davis replied. “And I suppose I’ll find out, one way or the other. But until you all have a warrant, Deputies, I’ll ask you kindly to step back off my property. I’ve got work that needs doing.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, slid back under the Buick again, and Harwood heard him pick up his tools. The man with the camera phone hadn’t moved, though, and neither had the other, with the wrench.

“Son of a bitch.” Harwood spun on his heel, stalked out of the shop. Crossed to his truck and fired up the engine. Whitmer climbed in beside.

“So what does this mean?” Whitmer asked as Harwood shifted into gear.

“What does it mean?” Harwood repeated, gunning the engine and launching out of the mechanic’s lot. “It means Winslow and that asshole swapped out their ride. Means they probably slipped past the farm without your brother seeing, which means if they have any sense, they got the hell gone from Deception Cove and probably from this whole fucking county.” He slammed on the steering wheel. “Shit.”

“Damn, boss,” Whitmer said. “So what do we do?”

Harwood drove in silence for a moment or two. He was headed the wrong way, headed into Neah Bay. There was no goddamn reason to be here.

“We got a few hours until Okafor shows,” he told Whitmer. “We’re going on back to town, and we’re going to search that bitch’s little house, high and low.”

“What, Jess’s?” Whitmer frowned. “You don’t think she’d have taken the stuff with her if she was going to skip town?”

Harwood gritted his teeth. “Probably, Dale,” he said. “You probably have this broken down exactly right.” He hit the brakes, yanked on the wheel, spun the truck 180 degrees, and stood on the gas pedal. “But trashing Jess Winslow’s house will make me feel better about this whole fucking mess, and right now, bud, that’s good enough for me.”

Twenty-Nine

Twenty-Nine

“Cops already been up here,” Rengo told Jess and Burke. “Harwood and his boys. Tossed the whole goddamn camp upside down. Believe it or not, I had the place pretty well organized before they came a-calling.”

Jess looked around. Made a face. “If you say so.”