Page 115 of One Last Chance

She used to come up here with him in the spring, when Wilson came for his annual fishing trip.”

“With Sully.”

“Wilson still comes up. Brings his son Dillon with him. And sometimes his grandson, Laramie.”

Laramie.She knew that name. She took a sip of coffee, made a face, then set it down. Cold. Wait. “Laramie was the kid Axel rescued last week. He was on a fishing trip with his father.”

“I’ve seen them in town.”

In the next room, a voice came over the radio. Axel, out with Levi Starr, checking in.

Flynn walked over to the door and listened.

“We’ve checked the river all along the Bowie camp road. Nothing so far. We’re going back to the road. Moose is on his way to Copper Mountain and he’s bringing a drone.”

“Roger,” Shasta said.

“Any word from the other team?”

Sully had left with his brother Jericho, and Orlando to see if the K-9 could pick up the scent. His uncle Wilson had gone with them.

Another search party—Ox along with Peyton and Hank, had taken four-wheelers out into the deer paths and woods.

“No joy,” Shasta said.

“Let me know when Moose arrives.”

“Roger.” She looked at Flynn. “Should I order food from the Midnight Sun?”

“I can’t eat.” She went back to the board. Then she pulled out a topographical and elevation map of the area and spread it over the conference table.

Grabbed a yellow highlighter.

She traced all the roads in from the Bowie camp road, including old fire roads and ranger trails. Then she put the map up over the grid of yarn and ran an orange highlighter over the yarn.

If she had her smart board, she’d be throwing this up on a screen, seeing it all overlaid, but Copper Mountain was old-school.

Still, when she put the map on the wall, over the area, a few of the lines intersected. More than a few.

And most of them on Remington property.

“Shasta?”

The woman came in carrying a hot cup of coffee and set it on the table.

“For me?”

“You’re doing all the big thinking.”

“Yeah, well, I need help. There are ranger trails in Remington land. Why?”

“Those aren’t ranger trails. Those are hunting trails. Senator Bowie used the land for hunting trips for his big donors.” She looked down at the spots. “I’ve been out there—just flown over it—but I think this is an old hunting cabin. It’s on the river. And this . . . this is a hunting bunker.” She pointed to a spot near the Copper River. “I don’t know what this is . . . Oh, wait, this is an old homestead. O’Kelly’s cabin. It was on Axel’s show—the first episode. Where Oaken met Mike.”

She’d seen it. “That’s on Jubilee Lake. The Copper River runs into it.”

“Abandoned, though. That’s probably why they used it for the show.”

Flynn stared at it. She hadn’t thought about a guy like Mike Grizz as a suspect. But he was seasonal and knew how to hunt.

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