CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jake felt a surge of adrenalin as he scrambled behind his car and pulled out his own sidearm. The gunshot blast had come from the cabin.
Now the strong beam of a flashlight clicked on from the doorway, searching around for him.
What have I walked into? he wondered.
He thought that he must have arrived at the wrong cabin in spite of following directions. Or maybe the guys at the bar had sent him into dangerous territory on purpose. Could this could be the hideout of a drug dealer or some other criminal?
Because if this was Riley’s father, why would he be so hostile?
The rough voice from the cabin shouted …
“I’m asking one more time before I blow your head off—who are you?”
“My name’s Jake Crivaro,” he said.
He hesitated before adding …
“I’m a Special Agent with th
