“I’m the only one here.” The old man kept his hands on the counter, in plain view, and didn’t move them.
Smart.
Ramon focused on him and got a vibe from the look in the man’s eyes, not to mention the way he was standing like there weren’t two men in his shop with guns pointed at him.
Bear said, “You can come with us, then. Answer some questions to our satisfaction, and we’ll let you go.”
“I knew you’d come eventually.”
“Did you.” Not a question. Bear didn’t seem in the mood for a long, drawn-out conversation.
“Let’s go.” Ramon went behind the counter and took the man’s elbow.
He checked around the guy and on the floor. Just in case he was standing on an explosive pressure plate, or some other crazy situation they hadn’t thought of.
“We’re clear.” Ramon motioned with his head. “Boss?”
Bear knew that meant him, but for a second, he looked distracted. “Copy that.”
Someone was talking over comms, and Ramon couldn’t hear it?
“Anything I should know?”
Bear shook his head. He backed up two steps and stood guard while Ramon walked the man to the door of the post office.
He couldn’t help wondering why the guy all of a sudden did something that could be traced back to him. Leading them right to him—with the help of Hazel. A man had died, but nothing else about this seemed like a trap. It almost seemed like Lief Holmberg wanted to be captured.
“Let’s go,” Bear said. “Time to get out of this crazy town.”
Chapter Seventeen
Salt Lake City, Utah
Kenna put her hands on her hips. She was surrounded by rows of trailers, campers, and RVs lined up in the small campsite, but she had her attention on a particular one. More specifically, the RV that belonged to her.
It had been two days since their run-in with that gunman. Since the state police had swooped in and arrested those men. She wanted to kiss the car for protecting them from the attack, but it wasn’t the vehicle that saved them—it was the Lord.
She’d thought then that a speeding ticket would be the worst of it, but after the cop was killed, they hadn’t been able to simply drive away. The police had dragged them in to make statements while Kenna worried if Maizie and Zeyla were okay.
“This thing needs some serious repairs.” She shook her head at the bullet holes down the side of the RV. The one shattered window in the door. “But I’m glad it isn’t you that needs a patch-up.” She tugged Maizie over, gave her a hug, and kissed the side of her head.
“Me, too,” Maizie said. “It was pretty scary, but when Preston flew over and they obliterated that SUV, I knew we’d be okay.”
Kenna loved the mountains surrounding them and the cool temperature of winter. Today was a dry day, but snow that had fallen the week before now sat in dirty clumps on the corners between the rows of campers which had been salted to keep people from slipping or cars from sliding into each other.
She wouldn’t mind seeing snow, even if it meant wearing a hat and gloves. “I felt the same when I saw the chopper come to help us. And when that SUV hit the cop who pulled us over, it happened again when the police showed up.” Tears sparked in her eyes, and she swiped one from the corner. “Jax was amazing.” She glanced over her shoulder where he sat in the front seat of their car. It didn’t look much better than the RV right now.
He had his laptop open, probably using a hot spot on his phone, looking up routes to local hospitals just in case she went into labor while they were here.
“He fended off those guys until the police came.”
Zeyla strode around the front of the RV like this was any other day. “The neighbor wanted to know if we’re here to cause trouble. I wasn’t really sure how to answer that since you told me lying is bad.”
Kenna held back the smile that wanted to emerge. “I’m not planning to cause trouble. I’m planning to find a family that might be missing, but don’t share about the case either.”
Zeyla shrugged. “They might know something. You never know.”
“True.”
