Page 80 of Chain Reaction
“He is.”
“Perfect. I want to talk to you both. I just got a lead. I’m headed out now to check things out, but I thought you might want to join me.”
“Name the place,” Jake said.
“It’s an old seafood-processing plant here on the island. Someone called and said they saw a car there that fit the description of the one the man drove who opened fire on you. I’m on my way now. If you get there first, don’t go inside until I arrive.”
“Understood,” Raven said.
They headed down the road.
Raven couldn’t wait to see what they found there.
Jake pulled to a stop in front of an old, rusty warehouse located waterside on the sound and surrounded by nothing but marsh grass. Several broken windows lined one side, jagged pieces of glass promising trouble.
At one time, this had probably been a thriving business.
No more.
It looked like no one had used this place in at least a decade.
Yet the smell of fish still permeated the air.
“We beat Cassidy here.” Raven scanned the area. “I don’t see her car—any cars, for that matter.”
He frowned. He’d fully expected her to be here.
“Should we call her?” Raven asked.
“Let’s give her a few minutes,” Jake said. “I’m sure she’ll be here soon.”
Raven sucked in a breath, grabbed his arm, and pointed. “Do you see that?”
He leaned closer.
Movement caught his eyes. A man headed toward the water.
He was going to get away—before Cassidy arrived. Jake couldn’t let that happen.
“Wait here.” Before Raven could argue, he grabbed his gun and took off after the man.
But as soon as he stepped out of the Tahoe, the man spotted him. He took off in a run.
In thirty seconds flat, the man made it through the marsh, jumped on a small fishing boat, and cranked the motor.
Jake fired a warning shot in the air.
The man glanced back as the boat began to glide through the water.
Jake was almost there—yet so far away at the same time.
Just as he reached the water, the boat cranked into a higher gear and began moving more swiftly.
Jake considered lunging into the water and trying to swim toward the man. But Jake knew it would be no use. The guy was too far away.
Instead, he stared after the man, trying to memorize his details. Tall with dark hair and a square face. He wore a truckerhat and jean jacket. Unfortunately, the hat blocked most of his features.
But Jake was nearly certain he’d never seen the man before. He headed back to the warehouse.
