I check the log.
“Three minutes.”
Adam looks toward the dark windows.
“Three minutes is a long time.”
Russ grabs his jacket.
“You think Boone walked into something?”
Adam answers without hesitation.
“Yes.”
My fingers move quickly across the keyboard.
Running every scan I can think of.
Network traffic.
Cell signals.
Surveillance cameras.
Anything.
The system pulls in local traffic feeds.
One of the town cameras near the church flickers onto the screen.
The image is grainy but clear enough.
I zoom in.
A vehicle sits outside the church.
Not Boone’s truck.
Black SUV.
No plates visible.
Russ leans over my shoulder.
“Well that’s friendly.”
Adam studies the screen.
“How many?”
“Can’t tell yet.”
I enhance the footage.
Another vehicle appears behind it.
Then a third.
