“Thank you for your help,” Andy said, and rose. “Be safe out there.”

“We never like to close the bank during business hours, but I’m going to assess the weather at noon. We can get by with a bare-bones staff. Both myself and the head teller live close by.”

Younger let Andy and Tolliver out, and Andy said, “I want to drive by this house on the way to Spokane.” He knew where it was, but typed the address into his GPS to confirm. “It’s not even ten minutes away.”

“While you were in with the manager, there was a report that the suspect was spotted outside Deputy Chief Maddox’s house. Detective Quinn pursued and lost him when the suspect drove into a group of children.”

Andy’s stomach fell. “Injuries?”

“One serious, a nine-year-old boy on his way to the hospital.”

“And the suspect?”

“Driving a dark gray Toyota Camry, approximately five years old, license and description in the system.”

Andy looked at the report. “They already have a statewide APB on the vehicle. Good. Where did they lose him?”

“Heading toward the interstate.”

He called Matt Costa.

“Costa,” Matt said.

“It’s Andy Knolls. I just saw the APB on the Camry.”

“Did you learn anything at the bank?”

“Nothing that’ll help us find Hamilton, but I’m going to drive by the house on Vine, talk to the current owners. They may have seen Hamilton if he has been in the area for as long as we think he has.”

“Debriefing has been postponed an hour.”

“If it’s all right with you, I’ll stay here. If Hamilton was in Liberty Lake just an hour ago—I know all the places he might hide.”

“Be safe, Andy. Don’t confront him. He’s agitated and volatile. He was sitting in his fucking car down the street from Maddox’s house when Kara spotted him. He hit a kid to get away. If you see the vehicle or Hamilton himself, call it in and wait for backup. I’m going to release his photo and a sketch Kara is working on to the media, then I’ll be in the field. He’s going to make a mistake, and when he does, I want to be in his fucking face.”

Costa and Maddox were at the debriefing at Spokane headquarters while Kara worked with the sketch artist. As soon as the sketch was done, she knew exactly where she’d seen Glen Hamilton.

Hamilton had done something to tweak his looks for the driver’s license photo. The whole shape of his face was different. In subtle but important ways. Now he appeared leaner, to the point of being gaunt. Instead of shaggy brown hair that almost hung in his eyes and over his ears, it was now short and cut conservatively. It was the same person, but he’d changed the things people would notice first—the shape of his face and his hair.

She asked for a copy of the sketch and immediately went to the debriefing. Costa was finishing up, and Packard gave everyone their modified assignments. Maddox had two cops on him; she knew he wasn’t going anywhere.