Liam James (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #9)

Chapter Forest

Forest

The cabin was empty by the time we swept it.

No Jarod. Nothing but the photos on that wall, watching us from every angle.

Fraiser stood with his hands on his hips, scanning the mess on the table. “He knew we were coming.”

“Yep,” I said.

“And he’s already moving.”

“Yep.”

I stared at the map spread across the table, at the dots and red lines marked across highways and back roads.

One of them led straight toward the interstate.

Toward Liam.

Toward Jenny and Poppy.

“Call him,” I told Fraiser.

“On it.”