“Which is toward the freeway?”

“Yes, though there’s also a frontage road that goes almost all the way to Spokane. He might not have used the highway.”

“And in this weather and poor visibility, we might not even notice him. But that’s good—and confirms that Andy did in fact hit him. If he’s hurting, he may not be rational.”

“This carnage isn’t rational,” Michael said.

“To Hamilton it is. A strange family is living in his house. He wanted his house back, my guess, and was willing to kill whoever was there. No matter how irrational that might seem.” He came here because he couldn’t kill Maddox this morning. Maddox was alive, but Andy and an innocent man had died instead.

Matt hated this case.

They walked to the SPD truck and climbed in. Matt told the officer to take them to Liberty Lake PD. He would have to talk to Andy’s girlfriend and offer condolences, but he wouldn’t stay long. As soon as Ryder had the information from the warrants, they would find Glen Hamilton and lock him up for the rest of his miserable life.

Ryder Kim was a miracle worker.

Less than two hours after Ryder and FBI headquarters executed the warrants on Glen Hamilton’s employer, bank, phone company, and credit companies, they found a company that Glen Hamilton owned through the registration records of the Camry. Ryder said he thought it was a company on paper only—a shell corp. But the public information on that company gave them enough information to track Hamilton down to a house in Spokane, Washington, which he had rented under the same name as the corporation that owned the Camry.

The house was a small, one-story bungalow near the university on a wide lot with a small garage. A lot of privacy, and because it was close to the college, neighbors wouldn’t think twice about a new person or car in the neighborhood. Smart on Hamilton’s part. He was young enough to blend in, could easily pass as a college student.

The snow continued to fall steadily. The squall was fast becoming a blizzard, and the locals who knew more about storms than Matt told him by dark it would be a mess. Already visibility was next to nothing and the roads were seriously hazardous. It wasn’t the amount of snow—they only expected two feet—but it was the wind and ice that was creating the bulk of the problems. Power outages had been reported in several neighborhoods.

Matt wasn’t taking any chances, so had asked for a SWAT backup. He didn’t want to get in a car chase in this weather and put more civilians at risk. Andy had been dead for three hours; Hamilton could be almost anywhere by now, or he could be holed up in this house waiting for the cops to extract him. They’d alerted every airport and border officials—Canada was a hop, skip, and jump from Spokane. If Hamilton was smart, he would have an exit plan that would take him into Canada, because they wouldn’t extradite on a capital offense. The US government would then negotiate on a life in prison charge, which was fine with Matt as long as Hamilton was under lock and key. But all that was above Matt’s pay grade. He didn’t want it to get that far; he wanted to find him now. In the US. Where he could be prosecuted for multiple homicides.