Page 81 of Wolf Bound

“Hey, Demetria, this is Kira. We picked up a burner phone. I don’t know Chase’s cell number, but we found my car here at the bus stop in Colorado City.”

“Okay, don’t go near your car in case he’s watching it,” Demetria said, giving her Chase’s number. “We’ll let the other teams know Oscar was there.”

“Right. We figured he might have left it here and took another bus out of here earlier and will meet up with his cousin at another stop or stole another car. I’m going to call Chase now.” Then they ended the call. “I wish I could grab my gun,” Kira said to Fisher, “if Oscar didn’t find it and take it.” She called Chase next. “Hey, Chase, Kira here. We found my car. We’re not going near it, but we wanted you to know that he has been here.”

“I’m on the lookout for him still.”

“We saw you. You look nice and casual, not like you’re checking people out.”

“Good.”

“Tell him we’re going to start shopping in case Oscar is in one of these shops,” Fisher said.

“Did you hear Fisher?”

“Yeah. Just be careful. He’s armed with a gun and you’re not.”

“Right. I want to get my gun out of the car in the glove compartment, but he might be watching the car, and he might have already taken it with him. Talk later.” Kira pocketed the phone and took Fisher’s hand, and they went into a sandwich shop that had a view of the bus stop. “Let’s grab a coffee. I’m cold and wet and—I was thinking we could—ohmigod, there’s the boy. Tommy.” She hurried toward him. He was sitting in a booth alone, but Fisher slowed her down.

“We don’t want to be taken hostage again. Oscar has got a gun,” Fisher reminded her, though he was overjoyed to see the boy safe and alone. He hoped the bastard didn’t have Kira’s gun and use it in the commission of another crime.

“Tommy’s alone. He looks scared. He has a plate of food—hamburger, fries—but he’s not eating. What if Oscar told him just to sit there for an hour or more and told him not to move or he would kill his family? And Oscar has already gone? You keep a lookout for him. I’m going to grab the boy.” Kira handed him the phone. “Call Demetria and Chase and tell them what’s up.”

Being protective of both Kira and Tommy, Fisher was watching everyone around them while Kira ran for the boy. He immediately called Demetria. “We found Tommy Jones. He’s in the Sandwich Shoppe and there’s no sign of Oscar. Kira’s grabbing the boy.”

“Okay, Tanner and Brock said they’re there, only a few minutes from the bus stop,” Demetria said.

“The restaurant is right across the street from the bus stop.” Fisher glanced out the window and saw Tanner and Brock heading toward the bus stop. “I see them. I’ll call them.” He ended the call with Demetria and called Tanner. “Hey, Kira and I are in the Sandwich Shoppe just behind you. We found Tommy Jones, the kidnapped boy. We need to get him somewhere safe.”

“We’re headed your way,” Tanner said.

Then Fisher called Chase as his brother and cousin entered the restaurant. “We’re in the Sandwich Shoppe and found Tommy Jones. Brock and Tanner are here.”

“Great. So unless this clown grabs another kid, he’s on his own and doesn’t have any other hostages for us to worry about,” Chase said.

“Yeah, exactly.”

Fisher, Tanner, and Brock joined Kira where she was sitting, hugging the boy, who was in tears. “I got his parents’ names, their phone number and we need to call them,” Kira said.

“On it.” Fisher called the number and said, “I’m Fisher Greystoke. May I speak with Mr. or Mrs. Jones?”

“I’m Mrs. Jones.”

“I’ve got good news for you, Mrs. Jones. I’m with a special unit that has been tracking down a kidnapping network and we’ve found your son, Tommy.” The mother was all choked up and then crying hysterically. He was so glad they had good news for her. “Here he is. I’ll let you speak with him. It’s your momma, Tommy.”

“Momma? The bad man grabbed me at the store and then he took the agents hostage too. But they found me. I love you. O-okay.” He handed the phone back to Fisher.

“I’m Special Agent Richter with the FBI. Where are you?” a man on the phone said.

“I’m at the Sandwich Shoppe in Colorado City, Colorado.” Fisher just hoped that if Oscar was here still, they would take him into custody before the FBI arrived and tried to take over. But they needed to get the boy home to his parents.

“Ohmigod,” Kira said, glancing out the window. “Tanner, stay with Tommy. Brock and Fisher, you’re with me.” She raced for the door, the guys on her heels.

“Got to go,” Fisher said to the agent and ended the call. “You saw the cousin?” Fisher’s adrenaline was at an all-time high as he kept up with Kira.

“Yeah, and Royce is rushing off the bus. Chase needs backup now.”

They were running full out toward Royce, but Fisher didn’t see Oscar at first.

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