Page 114 of Catch Me When I Fall

I need to get to Carrie.

I need to get to Carrie.

“We’ve tracked Monica’s cell. She’s in Portland, staying in a cheap motel off of Highway 30, and she’s been in contact with an East Coast number almost daily.”

“Run that fucking number,” I growled, pulling open the safe.

“The number is linked to a moving company in Jersey,” he told me almost immediately.

I braced my hands on the desk, looking at the computer as Jake brought up a small Mom and Pop moving company. “Get me eyes on the building,” I ordered, looking at it on the map. “I want to know who owns it.”

Jake didn’t respond, but I could hear his fingers flying over his keyboard. “You want me to call in the drone?” he asked for confirmation.

“Let me get Hayes on the line,” I said, pulling my phone away as I added him to the call.

“Mitchell,” Hayes answered.

“You got me and Jake on the line. He’s activating the drone. You in a place to control it?” I asked.

“What’s going on?” Hayes demanded.

“The woman stalking Carrie is her dead husband’s lover,” Jake explained and then repeated the information he’d just told me to Hayes.

On the other end of the line, I heard a door open and close. “Give me five minutes,” Hayes stated firmly.

“You have two,” I returned, zooming in on the Google image of the moving company in Jersey. The image was fuzzy, not to mention over five years old.

Did Red Snake investigation have a “retired” military UAV drone? Yes.

Should we have it? Absolutely fucking not, but someone owed Hayes a favor and he cashed it in.

Was it illegal? Fuck yes.

Did I give a fuck? No.

Did my guys give a fuck? No.

“I’ll send it out, Grayson, but you need to get Carrie out of Astoria now,” Jake said, cutting into my thoughts. “Bring her here.”

I shoved the gun into the back of my jeans. “No, she can’t go there. Larks has been watching her, which means she knows about us. That would be the first place she’ll look—” I cut myself off as an idea hit me. “I’ll call you back.” I made my way into the living room as I dialed Mags.

It was in the middle of the day, but it was also winter. I held onto that thought as the phone rang four times. When he finally answered, I gave him everything as I packed a bag for Carrie and me. My eyes shot to Tic-Tac, who was curled up in the middle of our bed. Carrie would have to ask Sarah to take care of him for now.

We had to get out of town.

I had to get to Carrie. I pulled the phone away from my face and checked her location as Mags began to speak. She was still at the General Store. She’d been there for a few minutes, but she was probably talking to the couple who owned it. They were good people, but they did love to chat.

For right now, she was safe, and that was all that mattered.

“Bring her to Hallow Ranch,” Mags offered, his voice dark. “She’ll be protected here. You have my fucking word on that, Grayson.”

That was why I called him.

“Give Denver a heads up,” I said. That last thing we needed was Denver Langston pissed off for showing up at his ranch like it was some five star hotel.

“No need; you both can stay in my cabin,” my friend confirmed. “I have a spare room.”

I nodded to myself and headed down the stairs. “We’ll be there by midnight,” I assured him.

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