Chapter 100
K.J. couldn’t get too close. Not in a bright white patrol unit and under orders not to engage. She understood. She had no backup now, and no idea what she was going into. For all she knew, there could be a dozen cronies waiting for good old Ernie up ahead. Every one of them worse than the last.
If they stood any chance of getting Madison back unharmed, she had to use her head. Her last sight of Madison hadn’t shown visible wounds on Madison.
But there had been blood. Lots of it.
It could have been Lila’s blood. Or…yes, it could have been Madison’s. There was no denying that. But bleeding did not necessarily equal dead.
She had her phone open. With Newcomb being a cop, and that being the TSP’s van, he had the open radio, as well. MacNamara was on her line now. She was keeping him updated as she drove. “I am still in visual.”
“We are tracking the van. New system. You can put distance if necessary to maintain cover.”
K.J. wasn’t taking her eyes off that van. Not with Madison inside. Tracker or not. It just wasn’t happening.
Her entire focus had to be on getting Madison back first, then apprehending Ernie Newcomb. As quickly and safely as possible.
She turned onto Reservoir Road.
“Shit. We have lost tracking. Miller, what do you have?” Lake asked through her phone.
“He’s turning on Service Road 4859 now. Approximately two miles north of Reservoir Road. I still have visual. Looks like he’s headed into the mines.”
She had been in those mines before.
They were dark, in disrepair. Definitely dangerous. Some were big enough…to drive a van in and just leave it there forever. People died in those mines every year.
Finding people—especially one who didn’t want to be found—was going to be difficult.
K.J. pulled onto the service road and followed.