“If there’s any trouble, we have a legal team to fight him,” Ragnar assured him.

“Our forensic team will be working with yours,” Mark added. “And we will want to question him.”

“Of course. You’ve done us a tremendous service here. That young lady—the paramedic—said she’s going to be okay. She’s dehydrated and half-starved, but the med tech said her vital signs are good. The bastard, the way he held her… Carver must be The Embracer,” Kenworth muttered, shaking his head.

Kenworth was a heavyset man with broad shoulders and a stern face, and from what Mark and Ragnar had gathered on him, he was a good officer. He’d had no problem with others helping out, especially when the man being sought might be heading in the direction of serial murderer.

Killing in his community.

“Again. We don’t know. He kidnapped a woman and was holding her, so it is a possibility. Let him stew in a cell tonight. Tomorrow you’ll have arraigned him, and we’ll work on federal charges. We understand Sally is terrified right now and in need of medical attention before she can tell us much. For tonight, we’re heading back,” Mark told him.

Kenworth nodded. “Of course.”

“We’ll see you in the morning,” Ragnar assured him.

“Can I drop you two—and Red—off anywhere?” Kenworth asked.

“Our car is just down the street,” Ragnar told him. “And we will be here bright and early tomorrow morning. Just make sure you don’t lose our guy tonight!”

“We won’t lose him,” Kenworth said. “These guys are something. Like Carver, I mean. So tough when they attack the vulnerable and the innocent. Not so tough when they’re caught. And we’ve got him now.”

Mark, Ragnar, and Red left the local police and medics to finish dealing with the arrest and the traumatized boy. They headed down the street to their vehicle.

“You want to drive or make the call?” Ragnar asked Mark.

“Whichever,” Mark said.

They had found Sally alive. That made it a damned good day. He smiled.

“You drive, and I’ll let Jackson know we got him,” Mark said.

“Or we could say, Red got him,” Ragnar said as he pat the dog’s head.

Red gave him an approving woof.

“We get to congratulate ourselves today. We made a hell of a team,” Mark said.

He hit the number for Jackson Crow on his speed dial as they reached the car. Red leapt into the back as Mark took his seat in the front.

As Ragnar revved the engine, Mark put the phone on speaker.

Jackson came on quickly.

“Mark and Ragnar here, Jackson. We’ve got you on speaker. We got Carver and Sally,” Mark said.

“Alive?” Jackson asked.