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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

Edge managed not to grin as he slid behind the wheel. He shoved the pickup in gear, and the big truck leaped forward. Tires spun and gravel flew as the pickup shot down the narrow lane, slid around the turn onto the dirt road, and raced for Highway 64. A few miles down the highway, he made a sharp right onto Highway 84 and hit the gas, heading for Pagosa Springs, across the state line about forty miles away in Colorado.

“Everybody okay?” Edge asked, keeping his speed as high as possible through the dangerous mountain curves. He checked his rearview mirror for any sign they were being followed. Skye’s glance connected with Lila’s.

“Lila?” Skye asked.

“I’m fine,” she called back.

Edge checked the rearview again. With a Colorado warrant out for Henson’s arrest, his hired goons wouldn’t have much trouble figuring they were headed to the nearest town across the line. But at the speed they were traveling, catching up to them wouldn’t be easy.

As soon as the pickup rolled into cell range, Edge called up his voice-activated contacts and phoned DEA Supervisory Special Agent Derrick Cross.

A groggy voice came through the hands-free speakers. “Logan.” He must have recognized the caller ID. “What the hell do you want at this time of night?”

“I’ve found what you’ve been looking for. Daniel Henson and five of his men were setting up a new meth operation in New Mexico, at a place called the Pine Tree Ranch. It’s thirteen miles west of Chamaya. Skye will text you the details. I’ve got Henson, but the rest of his men have scattered. Good chance they’ll come after him. I’m hauling ass to the sheriff’s office in Pagosa Springs.”

“I’m on it,” Cross said, his tone sharper now. “I’ll have agents meet you there. I can’t believe you managed to get yourself involved with Henson again.”

“Believe it. Rolland Beekman is one of Henson’s goons. Looks like he killed a woman named Stella Walker near the town of Angel Fire.”

“Jesus.”

“I’ve got to go. Be best if you didn’t waste any time.” Edge hung up the phone and checked his mirror. No sign of the men. He didn’t let up on the gas.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

IT WAS QUIET IN THE PICKUP, JUST THE DARKNESS AND THE CURVES ahead, lit by the wide white beams of the headlights.

Daniel’s voice, a low whine, drifted over the back seat. “You don’t understand what you’ve done. The man I work for . . . he’s a very powerful figure. If you take me in, he’ll think I’m going to talk. He’ll find a way to kill me.”

“That’s your problem,” Edge said.