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second time. “I don’t see anything.”
    Billy pointed to the iPad and shook his head. “The description of the guy, look at that again.”
    Once more, Grant studied the description. He closed his eyes and breathed out. This could be nothing, or everything. Grant stood, knowing that this was the biggest break they’d had so far. He moved to the center of the room, his heart pounding. They needed answers, not loosely gathered clues that may turn in to nothing. They had to take the chance with this and investigate the lead, because right now it was all they had.
    “Okay, everyone, listen up. I got this from an article Billy found. A day after the crash on the boarder of Tennessee and Virginia, a gas station was robbed. The guy took essentials. It might be Craig. This is a very long shot, but we need to check it out.”
    “I’ll call the gas station and see if they have any video,” Zander said.
    “Send us all the link to the article. We’ll see what we can plot out,” Duff said.
    A map of Tennessee and Virginia was pulled up on the big screen television. Grant stared at the path Craig would have had to take. “We need to get eyes on the ground.”
    “Who wants to travel?” Duff asked.
    “We need people here,” Marshal said. “I’ll stay and keep looking.”
    “I’m ready to travel,” Mike said.
    “I’ll go,” Roger piped in.
    Grant glanced up, his heart racing as fear filled him. If Craig knew about Roger, he would want to hurt him. But Roger was a professional and could take care of himself.
    “I thought you were asleep,” Grant said.
    Roger shrugged. “I was too keyed up.”
    “Mike and Roger, you two are on. Grab your bags, have I’ve got a surprise for you.” Duff slapped his hands together and rubbed them, his eyes twinkling.
    “What’s going on?” Grant asked.
    “I’d planned on telling you all in a couple of days, but we don’t have time to wait. I bought a helicopter. They delivered it last night to Colorado Springs. It was flown into a small airport near Pueblo this morning. All you have to do is drive into Pueblo, and then someone can fly Roger and Mike to Colorado Springs. It should take less time for us to travel now.”
    “Really? When were you going to share this?” Grant asked.
    “Probably tomorrow. We’ve been busy. I know that means you don’t have time for a test flight, but I think you guys can handle it. Tucker, could you fly them to the airport then bring the helicopter back to Wild Bluff. We can store it in the barn that isn’t being used. I also have a new contract with an outfit in Colorado Springs for a private jet. I’ll call the company and get a plane ready.”
    “Awesome. Let me go grab my bag and I’m ready,” Roger left the den and Grant followed.
    When he stepped into the bedroom, he pulled Roger into a tight hold. “Don’t fucking die on me.”
    “Babe, I’ll be careful.”
    “It’s Craig.” Grant’s head hurt and his heart pounded. He wouldn’t be happy until Roger was back home, safe in his arms.
    “I know. I won’t let him win.”
    “Shoot on sight. He’s deadly. We can get you out of any charges or trouble with the law. Craig needs to die.”
    “Babe, I’ll take care of it. If I find him, I won’t let him hurt any of us, not you or anyone else on the ranch, ever again.”
    Grant slid his lips over Roger’s, almost wishing that he’d spoken up first. But he knew Duff wouldn’t let him face Craig again. He’d messed up once, and he wouldn’t get another chance.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Billy heard the truck start as he studied the information in front of him. He had no idea where Craig was headed, but he was going to figure it out. First, he’d check all flights from that area in the last week against all of Craig’s aliases or anyone paying cash for a ticket. There were a surprisingly large number of travelers paying by cash, but he ignored any who were women or traveling in pairs. No one matched Craig’s description.
    After he’d