Burke’s jaw hardened. “That isn’t going to happen. Not on my watch.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Burke. See you back at the office.”
Skye walked out and couldn’t help wondering what the new guy’s story was.
As long as he kept Callie safe from Klaus Mahler and his no-good friends, it didn’t really matter.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SKYE CHECKED HER PHONE AS SHE CLIMBED INTO HER COMPACTSUV. Three texts from Edge.
WHERE ARE YOU?
The second read, I’M AT THE OFFICE. CALL ME.
The third said, WHAT’S GOING ON?
Instead of answering, she looked at the program on her phone that showed the location of Rollie Beekman’s cell. Beekman must have spent the night in Eagle Nest because when she’d checked this morning, his location was only a few hours down the road.
She pushed through the office door and started across the room. She could feel Edge’s intense blue eyes tracking her all the way. The muscles across her abdomen tightened with pure animal lust. After last night and this morning, she could hardly believe it.
Edge came up out of his chair and strode toward her, a hundred percent of his brooding male attention focused directly on her.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean? I left you a note. I said I was going over to see Callie.”
“We could have gone together,” he said.
“I needed a little space.”
Black slashing brows pulled into a frown. He glanced away. “No problem.” But when he looked back at her, his taut features said he didn’t like it.
“Have you checked the map on your phone?” she asked, aiming the conversation in a different direction.
“Yeah. Looks like Beekman stayed in Eagle Nest last night.”
“I took a look at the area. There are a few cheap motels—that’s about it.”
“He’s traveling again this morning, still on Highway 64. Cell service is spotty. Last time I looked, the nearest cell tower was Tres Piedras.”
Skye sat down and opened her laptop. The place was only a dot on Google Maps.
“He’s still moving,” Edge said. “Looks like he’s taking mostly back roads.”
By late afternoon, the movement of the phone had stopped. The closest cell tower was in a town called Chamaya. An hour passed. Still no movement. Maybe they were just having a late lunch.
Or maybe they had reached their destination.
Skye googled everything she could find on Chamaya and the area surrounding it.
“It’s in the Rocky Mountains of Arriba County. The population is only about twelve hundred. There’s a steam-driven, narrow-gauge railway that attracts tourists in the summer. The scenery and the chance to explore the outdoors is the primary reason people visit. That and big-game hunting. Apparently elk are plentiful in the region. Hunting is a big money earner for locals in the fall.”
Edge came up behind her and looked over her shoulder at the map she’d pulled up on the computer screen. She could smell his cologne, a woodsy scent that was a perfect match to his fierce masculinity. She tried not to breathe.
“Looks like a nice little town,” he said.
“It’s definitely rural. There are some large properties in the area, farms and ranches way up in the hills. Setting up a meth lab on a piece of ground somewhere a few miles out of town would be pretty easy.”
