“Thanks.” Kenna didn’t like this. “What about phones? Any way to get the numbers so we can trace them?”
“Not without probable cause for a warrant. I’ll open a missing person case and see how far I get.”
“We appreciate it,” Jax said. “I’d hate to think that her going on that podcast put them in danger.”
Kenna nodded. “Me, too.”
“I’ll keep you updated.”
“Thanks.” Kenna looked at the screen, but Ryson had already ended the call. “He sounded exhausted.”
“Broken sleep and worry.”
She smiled. “I guess we have all kinds of fun to look forward to.”
“I can’t wait.” He reached over and held her hand, navigating the dirt road with one hand on the wheel.
“I want to go to Salt Lake City and help him look for them.”
Jax’s fingers flexed between hers. “They might not be missing, or unsafe. I’d rather chase down this podcaster.”
There was also the accomplice she might have missed all those years ago, in the previous case the podcaster had revisited. And the SUV guys on this stretch of dirt, trying to get the flash drive and port. The device was currently in a box on the back seat of this car, so they could drop it off.
“After we give the software company their tech back, and halfheartedly try to convince them we didn’t already release everything on the internet, we should go to Salt Lake City. We have a few days, so why not see if there’s a way we can help?”
“I’m not going without the others, and we need to see if Zeyla and Maizie get through this unscathed first.”
He was right. They didn’t know what was happening with the RV and the chopper.Lord, help them, please.Just like they didn’t know what was happening with Ramon and the guys from Miami Security International.
“We need to ID the podcaster and send the information for that case you worked to local law enforcement.” He glanced at her for a second, then slowed for the blacktop. He pulled out onto the barren road and set off, going north toward the rendezvous where Maizie and Zeyla should meet them.
“True.” She still wanted to know that Ellayna was all right—before she tried to talk some sense into the girl. “But if something happened to their family because of the podcast?—”
“Not because of you. As long as you know that.”
“I know.” She nodded. “I still want to try and help.” She reached over and hit the talk button. “How is it going, Maze?”
Kenna waited a few seconds, plenty long enough. Assuming they weren’t otherwise indisposed.
She tapped the button again. “Preston, can we get an update?”
Nothing.
She twisted in her seat, scanning the sky in the direction they should be. “I don’t see his helicopter.”
“We shouldn’t have split up. We should’ve stayed together.”
She wanted to point out that what he was feeling happened to be exactly what she felt in hearing the hospital in Pueblo had exploded, but now might not be the time to commiserate about caring for someone who regularly put themselves in dangerous situations.
Instead, she said, “Zeyla won’t let anything happen to Maizie.”
“I’m more worried about her driving the RV.” He tried to make light of it, but it didn’t quite work.
Jax hit the gas pedal again, probably breaking the speed limit. They sped around a bend in the highway and passed a parked cop car. The officer held a radar gun pointed at them.
“Uh-oh.” Kenna watched in the side mirror as the officer pulled out, following them. Red-and-blue lights turned on, and the siren started. “We could tell him my water broke, and I’m in labor.”
“He’ll try to escort us to the hospital.” Jax braked and eased to the side of the street.
