CHAPTER SIX
Agent Thomas Sawyer walked briskly up the mountain road, pushing his baseball cap back as he sidestepped the puddles in the trenches adjacent to the asphalt. His long legs stretched over the ground faster than his two babysitters with Seattle PD could keep up with.
He scratched at his chin, feeling six days of untended, and unintended, stubble along his jawline.
“Well?” called a voice behind him. “Agent Sawyer? What do you think?”
Tom paused by the caution tape, glancing from one of the orange traffic cones to another. He looked over his shoulder, expressionless, as he regarded Sergeant Alice Faber and her partner, Detective Robert Lopez.
They were neat, clean-cut, and well dressed in a city cop kind of way. For his part, Tom was wearing flannel, a baseball cap, and old, d
