Page 71 of Security Breach

She shook her head.

“Jon, can you give us a better look at the man in the background?”

More keys tapping, then the photo on screen shifted.

Although grainy, the jawline was clear enough to determine this man wasn’t captured on the security cams at the other safe house. David’s stomach knotted. “Do you remember this guy?” he asked Emma.

Eyes wide, she again shook her head. “What does this mean?”

Nothing good. Instead of answering, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

“Have you looked at the FBI’s crime scene reports, David?” Cal asked.

“Jordan hasn’t given me anything.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence. You asked Z to do some digging for you. He knows his stuff and lives to defeat fed cybersecurity without leaving electronic tracks behind. Nothing makes that SEAL happier than to frustrate the federal government. Unless Zane was slammed by other priorities, he would have sent you something by now.”

David chuckled. “He did send files, but I haven’t looked at them yet.” His smile faded. “Unfortunately, there are many. The Butcher and his partners have been busy.”

“Partners?” Emma echoed, her voice faint. “More than one?”

He cupped her cheek. “You know the answer to that question, baby. You saw the evidence for yourself.” Worse, David was almost positive more than these four men were involved in hunting Emma.

“How can we help?” Eli asked.

“I need to print photos of each of their victims and create a murder board.” David lifted one shoulder. “It’s easier for me to see patterns that way.”

A nod from Wolf Pack’s leader before he glanced at his partner. “Any more photos to show Emma and David?”

The sniper brought up another photo of two more men. Nothing about them was familiar.

Cal whistled softly. “Any tattoos on this pair?” he asked Jon.

The operative enlarged the portion of the screen where the wrist of one man was visible. HC, the same tattoo seen in the other photos.

David rubbed the back of his neck, frustration building. How were these men able to avoid the cameras so effectively? “Do you have a better camera angle of these two?”

“Sorry. The rest of the angles were worse.”

“Show the photos from the third safe house,” Eli ordered, his expression grim.

A moment later, the screen filled with the profiles of two more men. The one in the foreground wore an earring. Emma leaned closer to the computer, her gaze intent.

“Do they look familiar, Emma?” Jackson asked.

“Maybe. Jon, can you enlarge the earring?” When he complied, she gripped David’s hand tighter. “I remember seeing that earring. But where?” She was silent a moment, then groaned. “Why can’t I remember?”

“You will. Look at the men. Do you recognize them?” David murmured.

“Emma.” Jon waited until she focused on him. “Study their faces, then close your eyes and think about the location of your third safe house.”

“Where were you?” David prompted.

“Cherry Hill.”

He frowned. “That’s an hour away from Otter Creek.” And two hours from Maple Valley.

She shrugged. “Agent Jordan told me to keep a low profile, so I didn’t travel around the area much.”

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