“I’m Edge Logan. I’m a PI at Nighthawk Security in Denver. I imagine you got a call from the DEA regarding this man, Daniel Henson.”

“I’m Sheriff Lassiter.” Tall, lean, gray-haired, and hard-mouthed. “I received a call from Supervisory Special Agent Derrick Cross. We’ve been instructed to take Henson into custody on an outstanding warrant and hold him until the DEA arrives to pick him up.”

Edge shoved Daniel forward. “He’s all yours, Sheriff.” Edge started back to the truck.

“I’m afraid we’re going to need a statement from you and the other people involved.”

Edge turned back and pulled a Nighthawk business card out of his wallet. He handed the card to the sheriff. “I was hoping the statement I gave Agent Cross would be enough for now. Agent Cross knows the details and where to find me.”

The sheriff looked at the card. It was late, it was dark, and the temperature was below freezing. Clearly, the sheriff had been dragged out of a nice warm bed to take Henson into custody.

Lassiter tipped his head toward the truck. “What about them?”

“Skye Delaney is also a PI at Nighthawk. Lila Ramirez is a civilian. She’s prepared to give a full statement, but only to Agent Cross.”

The sheriff released a slow breath. He was looking for a way to lessen his paperwork and get back to bed. “I suppose as long Agent Cross knows where to find you . . .”

Edge nodded. Skye had texted Cross the basic info, along with her home address in Denver, where Lila would be staying. “Thanks for the help, Sheriff.” He turned to the other men. “Deputies.”

* * *

Glad to be rid of their unwelcome cargo, they headed back to Denver, almost three hundred miles away. Ironically, Skye thought, by taking the route through Blancha Springs, they could shave off thirty minutes.

“Why don’t you let me drive for a while?” Skye suggested when Edge yawned for the third time since they’d left Pagosa Springs.

He glanced at her over his shoulder. “You sure?”

“Absolutely. You may have been raised on a ranch, but I’ve got a brother who taught me how to drive, and he owned a big Dodge truck. To say nothing of my time in the army.”

“Okay, great.”

Dawn was breaking when they reached the next convenience store to change places.

While Edge gassed the pickup, the women made a quick pit stop. Then Skye climbed in behind the wheel, Edge took the back seat, and Lila continued to ride up front. Within minutes, Edge was asleep. It was a handy soldier’s trick, one Skye had also learned. Both of them could fall asleep in minutes just about anywhere and still keep an ear cocked for danger.