by Terri Reed
Thunder buried his nose in the bag for several long seconds.
“Find, Thunder.” She pointed north in the direction where the cabin was located. “Find Jake.”
Thunder’s tail wagged, then his nose went to the ground. He walked in a few circles, then trotted north. Julianne followed, trying to ignore Brody dogging her heels.
As they made their way through the woods, the brush grew more and more dense. Twice Thunder made a few circles, as if he’d caught a whiff of something important, but he never alerted.
The trees offered significant shade from the hot May sun, but that didn’t mean it was cool. Sweat beaded along Julianne’s scalp, rolling down her temples.
“Do you know the people responsible for Agent Morrow’s disappearance?” Brody asked.
Julianne glanced at him. If in fact Angus Dupree had a cabin in the area, Brody deserved to know. “We have reason to believe that Jake was captured by a highly organized crime family headed up by Reginald Dupree. We raided a warehouse owned by the Duprees, capturing the head of the family, Reginald, but his second-in-command, Angus, got away. Angus is running the show now. Upon further investigation we found evidence that Jake had been there. Unfortunately he’s been missing ever since.”
“How long ago?”
“Too long.” Julianne’s voice was curt. “But I’m convinced that with Thunder’s help, we’ll find him.”
“Are you sure your dog knows where he’s going?” Brody asked as they wedged their way through a particularly dense thicket. “I can’t believe there’s a cabin anywhere in this mess.”
“He knows,” she said in a terse tone. “Besides, I have a map.”
“I’d like to see it.”
Julianne shook her head, there wasn’t time, besides, they’d already told Brody more information than they should considering the confidential nature of their team. Keeping her gaze trained on Thunder, she noticed her partner was slowing down thanks to the denseness of the woods and she wondered how much farther they’d be able to go. By her estimation, the cabin was still a good mile away.
A mile that may as well be twenty based on the difficult terrain.
“I should have brought a machete,” she grumbled as she forced her way through another bush.
“Wouldn’t help.” Brody was so close she was surrounded by the spicy scent of his aftershave intermixed with his unique male essence. Breathing through her mouth to avoid his intoxicating scent, she tried her best to fight the memories.
Both the good and the bad.
Don’t, she warned herself. Don’t go there.
Abruptly, Thunder veered right, heading straight for a large tree. Julianne held her breath, closely watching her partner.
Thunder sniffed along the base of the tree, then jerked his head back to the right side of the tree. Then he scratched at the spot and plopped down on his butt, staring at the ground as if there was something to see.
“What in the world?” Brody sounded incredulous.
Julianne glanced at Brody. Max and Opal were bringing up the rear. Opal was a bomb-sniffing dog, so Max had given Julianne and Thunder the lead in attempting to pick up the trail.
“Thunder alerted on Jake’s scent. He was here, Max. Jake Morrow was here.”
“I see that, but where’s the cabin?” her captain asked.
Good question. She joined Thunder. “Good boy,” she praised him. “Good boy. You found Jake.”
She stood near the large tree for several moments, then pulled Dylan’s map out again.
“Max? Hand me your binoculars.”
Brody took them from Max and brought them over. Raising them to her eyes, she peered through the magnified lenses and incrementally moved the glasses from right to left.
There! She used the dial to sharpen the image.
“I found it,” she said excitedly. “There’s a house, not a cabin, but a large house roughly three hundred yards away. The only problem is, I don’t see a driveway or even a path that could be used to get in there. All I see are trees.”
“There has to be a way in,” Max insisted.
She inched the binoculars over the wooded area, then stopped abruptly when she saw the wire. “There’s a chain-link fence well disguised with brush and trees, topped by barbed wire.” She pulled the glasses from her eyes and turned to her boss. “This has to be it, Max. It reeks of Dupree.”
“Yeah, but how are we going to get in? Obviously not on foot,” he said.
Max was right. She battled a wave of frustration. They were so close. She knew Jake Morrow was being held against his will somewhere inside that house.
They just needed to figure out how to get in to rescue him.
Copyright © 2017 by Harlequin Books S.A.
ISBN-13: 9781488019050
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