CHAPTER FIVE
“Did the man who robbed you say anything?” Alexa asked. “Did he give any indication as to where he was going?”
Alexa was at the gas station interviewing the man who got held up and had his clothes stolen. Several officers from that mob of law enforcement had already done the same thing, but she wanted to hear his testimony for herself. Meanwhile, Stuart was trying to get them organized. She wished him luck.
The station was at the intersection of State Highway 93, heading south, and Interstate 40 heading east/west. The robbery had happened hours ago, and Tyson could be anywhere by now. If he had looped back the way he had come and driven back west or northwest, he could even be in California or Nevada.
“He didn’t say a word except to hold me up,” the man said. He was a griz
