I nod slowly.
“That’s what the file says.”
Boone studies the screen for a long moment.
“That’s not the weird part,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“River Channing doesn’t volunteer for church search-and-rescue groups.”
“No.”
“Which means one of two things.”
I finish the thought.
“He’s investigating them.”
“Or they’re trying to recruit him.”
Neither option is comforting.
Boone pulls out the chair beside me and sits.
“Check the rest of the list.”
“I already started.”
I scroll again.
Name nineteen.
Gage Sparrow.
Boone exhales slowly.
“Well.”
“That’s interesting.”
“You know him too?”
“Yeah.”
“Same team?”
“Yeah.”
My pulse quickens.
“That’s two.”
I type quickly, running another search.
The database returns results almost instantly.
