Chapters (45)
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- 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
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
Edge rattled off the number, and Zoe went to work. It didn’t take long to ping the nearest cell tower. It was in Boise City, Kansas, a small town on Highway 56.
Skye used her cell to pull up Google Maps. “Highway 56 runs northeast/southwest across Kansas. You think they traveled from Blancha Springs all the way to Kansas?”
“It’s not that far,” Edge said. He checked the distance on his phone. “Only two hundred and seventy miles from Blancha Springs to the Kansas state line. Be as good a place as any to hole up.”
“Makes sense they would want to leave Colorado,” Skye said. “The state police are looking for them.” She glanced at Edge. “So why did Beekman head for Kansas instead of going directly to New Mexico?”
“That’s where he’s going?” Zoe asked.
“According to his mother,” Skye said.
“We don’t know his motivation,” Edge said. “But, more importantly, we need to know if Henson and Lila are traveling with Rollie, and if they are, where exactly they wind up.”
Zoe whirled her chair back toward her computer screen. “I’ll set up a program to mark their route as the cell phone changes location. I can send a map to both your phones showing their progress.”
“They would be great,” Skye said, more than a little impressed.
They left Zoe to her task and went into the employee lounge. Neither of them wanted to leave the office until they knew for sure the direction Beekman was heading. Skye brewed a fresh pot of coffee. They each filled a mug and sat down at the Formica-topped table.
As the afternoon slid toward evening, the map of Beekman’s travels on Skye’s phone continued to show a southwesterly journey, and soon the phone was pinging on the other side of the New Mexico state line.
“Looks like Mrs. Beekman was right,” Skye said. “The route they’re taking . . . I think they’re purposely avoiding Colorado.”
“Be the smart move,” Edge said.
“You think we should notify the authorities? Bring them up to speed on what we’ve found out?”
Edge shook his head. “We don’t have anything solid, just a lot of speculation and a phone pinging its way across the country. Add to that, if Beekman is traveling with Henson and Lila and we bring in the police, there’s no way to control the situation. Lila could end up dead.”
“So what do you suggest?” Skye asked.
“I suggest we keep watching Beekman’s progress, see where he ends up. Once he’s settled somewhere, we go after him. We find out if Henson and Lila are traveling with him. If they are, we’ll have a better idea what we’re up against. Once we have enough intel, we can go to the police. The DEA still wants Henson. Maybe we’ll be able to help them get him.”
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