Chapter 16 Forest
Forest
Fraiser slammed his phone shut, his jaw tight. “Got him.”
I looked up from the map spread across the truck's hood. “Where?”
“Traffic camera two towns over. Truck matched the plates we pulled from the cabin wall.”
I leaned in, scanning the grainy photo on his laptop. Jarod Kennedy, driving as calm as Sunday morning, like he didn’t have half the law in three counties crawling over his trail.
“He’s headed west,” Fraiser said grimly. “Toward Liam.”
Of course, he was.
I swore under my breath, folding the map. “Then we cut him off before he gets anywhere near them. Let’s call in everyone, and they can all block Liam.”
Fraiser gave me a look. “You think Liam will just keep running?”
I shook my head. “No. He’s going to turn around and end this.”
Because Liam James didn’t run.
He hunted.