Chapters (49)
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Epigraph
- 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
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
- Teaser chapter
“Edge knows what happened. He’ll be watching for anyone who might be following us, no matter what vehicle they’re driving.”
In the mirror, she saw Edge’s Nissan pull up beside the silver sedan, then cut in front of the car and slow, forcing the sedan to slam on its brakes. At the same time, Gage hit the gas and the Rover leaped forward. The Rover careened around a corner, then roared into an alley, raced out the other end, continued down a parallel track for a mile or so, then finally skidded back onto the road.
Abby’s heart was pounding, her fingers digging into the leather seats. They were halfway to the airport when Edge’s black Nissan caught up with them again.
“Edge is back,” Abby said.
“He’s lost them. He knows where we’re going. He’ll keep watch until we get there.”
“Seems like a handy guy to know.”
The corners of Gage’s mouth faintly curved. “You have no idea.”
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER TEN
A SINGLE ENGINE BEECHCRAFT BONANZA WAITED ON THE TARMAC. Gage drove out to the plane and dumped the gear, then parked the Rover between two cars in an out-of-the-way space at the back of the parking lot.
They wouldn’t be gone more than a week, less if the trip turned out to be a wild goose chase—or if by some miracle they found the spot King had marked on the map. In which case they would be making a second trip for an in-depth search of the area.
He checked in at the terminal desk, and they made their way outside to board the plane. The pilot was a guy in his forties named Christopher Conners. Good solid guy, competent pilot. Gage had flown with him before.
“Good to see you again, Mr. Logan,” the pilot said, sunlight glinting off the silver in his dark hair.
“Let’s skip the formalities, Chris. It’s just Gage and Abby.”
Chris smiled. “Great. I’ve got all your bags loaded. If you’re ready, you can go ahead and board. I’ll make my final exterior inspection and get her ready for takeoff.”
Gage helped Abby into the plane through the double cargo doors that were a nice feature of the A36. The tan leather interior was arranged club-seating style, so Gage sat down across from her, giving them both more room.
He clicked on his seat belt as the pilot strapped himself in and began his preflight check. The engines fired, and in minutes, the plane was taxiing down the runway, then lifting into the air.
It was a mild day in the Rockies, with only a few white cumulus clouds in the distance, which made for mostly smooth air. Gage folded down the table so he and Abby could work.