Page 11 of Chain Reaction
He needed to talk to this guy. To see what he was doing. Why he was attempting to hide. To find out what he might have to do with this bomb.
If the man were innocent, he wouldn’t need to run. But if he was guilty . . .
As if to answer Jake’s silent question, the guy took off.
As Raven sketched out the bomb site, she thought about that picture she’d found before the explosion.
Now it had been destroyed.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Should she tell Cassidy or Jake?
She nibbled on her bottom lip.
Part of her thought she should. But she only had theories.
Maybe she would do some investigating on her own first. If her prying turned up anything, she’d tell both Cassidy and Jake about her find.
Until then, she’d keep this quiet.
A shout sounded, and she straightened.
The next instant, Jake sprinted toward the ocean.
What in the world was he doing?
Then a figure rose from the sea oats. A man wearing sand-colored camouflage.
He fled from the scene.
Raven sucked in a breath. Was Jake trying to catch this guy?
Cassidy jogged past her, headed toward the sand dunes.
Officer Leggott and the fire chief weren’t far behind.
Raven placed her sketch pad on the ground and followed, scrambling to keep up.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited to see what would happen.
As she waited to see if Jake was okay.
Not that she really cared. But she wasn’t apathetic either. She didn’t want anything to happen to the man she’d once been in love with.
The memory caused emotion to burn in her throat—memories and emotions she’d tried to bury. Now wasn’t the time to reminisce.
Now was the time to focus.
As they reached the shore, Raven had a better view of the beach.
The man in camouflage darted down the shoreline, his legs pumping.
Jake was fast, but the guy had a head start. Raven wasn’t sure if Jake could catch him.
Just how far would this man run?
Knowing Jake, he’d keep going until his body gave out—which Raven couldn’t see happening. He’d always been strong and athletic, not to mention determined.
