Page 91 of Cold Light of Day

Nolan and Autumn moved the table into the living room near Dad’s recliner and set up their laptops.

“I can log in to databases remotely,” Nolan said. “So what am I looking for?”

She shook her head. “I spent hours scouring the fugitive lists on Interpol, and I would need to be the one to look. Pull them up, and I’ll scan through them as I work. In the meantime, do me a favor.” She pulled out the two business cards the federal agents had given to her. “Call and see if he’s legitimate. Call his boss. Whatever. Explain the situation. It could be that the real Agent Knap is in trouble or dead, killed by the man impersonating him.”

Nolan snatched the cards. “Got it.”

After he logged in to his database access, he twisted the laptop to face her. “You look, I’ll call.”

Before she started searching, Autumn sent a text to the lastnumber she had for Sarah. She hated that she truly had no idea if Sarah was safe now—if she’d gotten away from Mateo or if the man had her. But Sarah had told them they would not see her again.

The only problem was that Sarah had not shared the most vital information—the evidence needed to clear Grier. Autumn called the number and sent a text but got no answer.

Anguish grew in her heart, squeezed her chest until she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t let Dad or Nolan see how this situation affected her. She’d been fired, after all. She’d failed the people of Shadow Gap.

She’d failed Grier.

Nolan pressed his hand over hers and squeezed. She glanced at him.

“Breathe. You’re doing the right thing, Autumn.”

She had to smile at that. “I thought you were going to give me a hard time and tell me that you’d been right all along about Grier and that he was trouble. I shouldn’t trust him. Blah, blah, blah.”

A half grin hitched his dimpled cheek. “I was right about some of it—you do have a thing for him.”

Pain burned behind her eyes. “I...do. Yes.”

“No pressure or anything, but you’re the right person to do this.”

And the only person, it would seem. “Grandpa Ike said something to that effect.”

“Well, there you go, then. I’m here to help if I can.”

Grandpa Ike’s words came back to her.

“You’re here now, in this place and in this position, because God put you here. You need to believe that andknow you’re the exact person needed for this hour.”

Nolan dialed a number and pressed the cell against his ear. “Hold on. Someone is answering.” He stood and paced theroom, deep in conversation. Autumn could only make out some of the words.

If only Autumn knew where Grier was taken, but she had no clue. Still, if she could somehow find the evidence Krueger had died for—

A text from an unknown number came through on her cell.

Postcard from Miami.

What did that mean?

Nolan ended the call. “I had to call several numbers and was finally put through to a supervisor, who had to call regarding my badge number. Normally he wouldn’t share the information, but I had information to trade. Basically, the real Agent Knap is recovering in the hospital after a hit-and-run, and considering he has an imposter, they’re now going to look into the incident as being deliberate.”

“And help? Are they going to help us?”

“I’ve given them what information I know. But Autumn, there’s more.”

“Well?”

“Knap had no ongoing operations with the marshals.”

“Are you saying neither of the men who took Grier are legit?”

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