Taco’s tail wagged, and he moved his snout side to side until he found the trail again, and then he took off like a bullet, scrambling down the side of the ravine, his handler sliding sideways as he gave the dog more leash.
The rest of the team followed, their gazes scanning their surroundings. The guard whose pickup had been stolen reported he’d kept a handgun and a box of bullets in the glove box. A violation that would likely get him fired, since he’d parked in the jail’s parking lot. The weapon hadn’t been recovered when the vehicle was found. Wolf took his shotgun from his shoulder and held it in front of him, ready should the need arise.
They followed the bottom of the ravine for about half a mile, moving swiftly over boulders and fallen tree limbs. A trickle of a stream flowed down the carved-out center of the wash. Not enough to slow them down, but Wolf hoped Tobin had managed to sink his prison slip-ons often enough to give him further discomfort—anything to slow his desperate flight.
Wolf shook his head. While state police, U.S. Marshalls, and FBI agents had begun their efforts hours after Fetch’s men had, law enforcement had the advantage of helicopters and greater manpower to put on Tobin’s trail. The fact no one else was following this particular lead was curious, to say the least. The size of the reward for his capture was also suspect. All that money for a petty arsonist?
Wolf didn’t voice his unease. Fetch wouldn’t want to hear it. He probably had his own list of concerns, but paramount was that reward. Fetch had offered each team member an equal cut of the proceeds.
Taco ran partway up one side of the ravine then hunkered down, his tail held straight behind him, the fur on the ridge of his spine rising.
Wolf, along with every team member, crouched and scanned the ridgeline. Above, in the distance, they heard ragged breathing edged with low whimpers.
Fetch raised one hand and pointed to Wolf, indicating he would be first up the embankment.
Wolf shouldered his weapon, and leaning deep into the steep rise, sought handholds—knotty, exposed tree roots, sharp-edged stones—until he crawled over the edge. With his weapon held in front again, he ran, bent low, toward a thickly branched juniper then went still, listening to the sounds around him.
Only silence surrounded him. Even the birds and insects had stopped their chirps and hums. Then he heard the crackle of pine needles from behind him. He hit the ground, rolled and came up on a knee, with his weapon pointing in the direction the sound had come.
Reese Tobin looked even worse than his mugshot. His greasy brown hair stuck up around his head. His face and clothing were smeared with mud. He’d lost an orange sandal along the way somewhere, and his muddy sock was torn, exposing his bloody toes. All those details registered in Wolf’s mind, but faded in significance to the revolver Tobin held, pointed straight at him.
“Reese,” Wolf said, keeping his voice low and even and his own weapon trained on Tobin’s chest, “you’d better lower that weapon. I’m not alone, and my team’s not going to let you walk out of here, especially if you pull that trigger.”
Wolf heard the crackle of feet moving around the forest floor. They were surrounded. At any moment now, someone was going to drop Tobin in his tracks. Unlike most bounties that required a “live” prisoner be delivered, this reward wasn’t that particular.
Another crackle, and Reese’s wide gaze darted away. Wolf had a shot, but he really didn’t want to hump back all those miles through wilderness, carrying an injured man. So, he waved his shotgun, getting Tobin’s attention back on him, then slowly lay his weapon on the ground and held up his hands. “You’re surrounded, and you’re hurt. We can help you out of here, but you have to lower the gun.”
Tobin’s eyes filled with tears, and he sniffed. “I cain’t go back. I’m a dead man if I do.”
Fetch’s face appeared in a bush behind Tobin.
“Why’s that, Reese?” Wolf said, raising his voice to make sure the man’s attention stayed on him.
“Cain’t tell. I was a dead man if I’d stayed in lockup. Only reason I ran.”
Wolf didn’t like the fact Tobin’s entire body was beginning to shake. “Burning down an abandoned building is a far cry from murder. I don’t think you want to kill me, do you, Reese?”
Reese shook his head.
“I know you feel better holding that gun, but could you take your finger off the trigger?” He offered him a small smile. “Makes me a bit nervous.”
Reese looked around. “I will…if you come closer. We’re gonna take a walk. I promise you won’t be hurt, but I have to get across that border, man.”
Wolf nodded and slowly stood. He took two steps closer then looked down at Reese’s hand. His finger slid from the trigger to stretch alongside the side of the cylinder.
Seeing Fetch begin to emerge from behind a tree, Wolf gave an exaggerated sigh. “So, you want to take a walk…”
Fetch sprang toward Reese’s back as Wolf flung himself to the side. A shot rang out before Fetch and Reese fell to the ground.
The report echoed through Wolf’s body. What the hell just happened?
The rest of the team sped into the clearing, weapons drawn.
Wolf pushed up and rushed toward Fetch, who was sliding off Tobin and turning him over.
A bullet hole sat square in the middle of Reese Tobin’s forehead.
“Not my gun,” Fetch bit out, still bent over Tobin’s body. “Not his. This is a small caliber round.”
Realization sobered every man in an instant. They turned to face outward, scanning the forest.
“I’m pretty sure the shot came from the direction we just came,” Bennie said, his voice tight.
Mace glanced at Fetch, who gave him a nod. He unclipped the leash attached to his dog’s collar. “Taco, voraus!” Mace said, his arm extending in the direction of the ravine. The dog streaked forward, his nose raised, scenting the air. Mace followed.
Fetch pushed up from the ground. “Bennie, pull his body into the trees and keep watch.”
Wolf followed on fetch’s heels, and they crashed through the forest, following the dog. Taco came to the ravine again, and then ran along the edge, nose to the ground, searching left and right, but finding no trail.
Fetch let out a low string of curses.
Obviously, whoever had fired, wasn’t in it for the reward, and they hadn’t hung around. They’d done the job. Ended Tobin’s life. Wolf recalled the firebug’s words. He’d been afraid even before he’d escaped.
“Mace, call off your dog. Shooter’s long gone. We better get back to Bennie,” Fetch said. “Gonna have to radio the sheriff and have him call in a chopper to airlift the body.”
Wolf’s fists curled at his sides. Reese Tobin hadn’t deserved to die like that. “About what he said…”
Fetch’s mouth tightened. “We’ll make our statements. It’s not our job to find out what the hell spooked him.” He unhooked his satellite phone from the harness of his web gear and walked away to make the call.
Back in the small clearing, Mace, Benny and Wolf set up a perimeter, facing outward in case the shooter returned, although Wolf highly doubted that would happen. This wasn’t random. Not someone killing for the thrill of it. The shot was too good.
Twenty minutes later, the whomp-whomp of a helicopter could be heard. Walking downwind, Wolf popped a smoke canister and set it on the ground. The yellow smoke would lead the pilot to their location. When it hovered above them, a basket was dropped. Tobin’s body rose slowly to the helicopter.
Fetch gave the crew above a wave then turned to his men. “Damn shame about Tobin, but we’ve got a long hike back, boys. No letting down our guard now. There’s a shooter in these woods.”
They took a more direct route back to the vehicles they’d left parked beside the highway, arriving just before dusk without further incident. The journey back had been made in near silence. The mood was dark. Tobin’s final words echoed inside Wolf.
When they reached the road, a dark sedan was parked at the
end of their row of vehicles. As they neared, the driver’s door opened and a tall, slender woman, dressed in a Flathead County deputy’s uniform exited the sedan.
Wolf narrowed his eyes as he watched her draw near. Her brown uniform wasn’t form-fitting, but it did reveal the gentle curves of her body. She was on the lean side, small-breasted, narrow hips. And attractive, despite the fact her reddish-brown hair was scraped back into a neat knot, and her face was devoid of makeup and pale.
Wolf had thought he knew all the deputies in the sheriff’s department, but apparently not. He’d never seen her before.
Her large green eyes studied them. Her mouth was pressed into a firm line.
“Officer Henry,” Fetch said, walking toward her and holding out his hand. “You’re a long way from home.”
She shrugged. “Sheriff Hatchett called everybody in to join the search party. Once he got word about what happened out here, he let everyone except the present shift go.”
Which still didn’t explain her presence so far outside her jurisdiction.
“Is there something I can do for you, deputy?” Fetch asked.
The redhead hesitated.
Wolf wondered about her reticence and the tension in her slim frame.
Deputy Henry cleared her throat. “Did Tobin say anything…before he was killed?”
Fetch arched a brow. “He drew on Wolf, here,” he said tilting his head in his direction. “They had a few words before he was shot. We marked the site. Took a GPS reading. Sheriff said he’s sending the state’s forensics crew out to gather evidence. He also said he’d take our statements at the stationhouse before we head back to the office.”
The deputy frowned. “I know you guys have been out in the field, and probably need food and rest, but do you think I could talk to Wolf? He could ride back with me…”
Wolf was curious. And her company beat the hell out of spending the next hour sitting beside Bennie as the younger man asked him a hundred questions about what it was like to be a bounty hunter. He dug the keys to his truck from his pocket and dangled them in front of Bennie. “Not a scratch.”
Bennie smirked. “I won’t go over the speed limit—too much.”
Wolf handed him his weapon, slapping it against his palm. The glare was overkill but made him feel better. Then he turned back to the pretty deputy. “Hope you realize I’ve been in the woods for two days.”
The deputy’s mouth twitched. “I’ll roll down the windows if I have to.”
Mace coughed into his hand, and then grinned.
Fetch arched an eyebrow but turned abruptly on his heel and headed to his truck.
As the other vehicles pulled away, Wolf followed the deputy back to her car. He opened the back door, stripped off his web gear and placed it on the floorboard, and then slid into the passenger seat.
Once they were on the road, he studied his companion. Her fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel, the knuckles white. Even in profile, her features were taut. Given the circumstances, he shouldn’t have noticed, but he found the length of her slender nose and the curve of her mouth to be interesting.
“So, what did Tobin say?” she asked, keeping her gaze on the road ahead.
Straight to the point. He liked that. “The man looked scared. And I don’t think it was because we had him pinned down. He said he couldn’t go back. That if he did, he was a dead man. Said it was why he ran in the first place.”
“That’s it?” Her lush bottom lip thinned.
“Yeah. Things went fast after that. Fetch moved in to take him down, and that’s when he was shot.”
“You didn’t see who…”
“No. We set the dog on the shooter’s trail, but we never caught up with him. Don’t even know how far away he was when he took that shot.”
She exhaled and shook her head.
“Did you know Tobin?” Wolf asked.
She startled and shot him a glance. “No. Why do you ask?”
“Because you seem upset.” When she didn’t answer right away, Wolf settled back in his seat, watching her from the corner of his eye.
The deputy loosened her grip on the wheel. “I was the officer who arrested him.” She shot him a quick glance.
Wolf noted the slight frown that dug a line between her finely arched brows. “I can see how you would feel…invested,” he said. A prod to keep her talking, not just because he liked the smoky quality of her voice, but because he wanted to know why Tobin’s death was eating at her.
Her frown deepened. “The arrest… It was odd. The call came in—a fire at an abandoned building. I was close, so I responded, and I was the first on the scene…”
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