CHAPTER TWELVE
Alexa sat in the passenger’s seat as Agent Barrett drove them back to Tucson, his headlights cutting the darkness along a deserted county road. The scene back at the isolated cabin went round and round in her head—not the c*****e in the living room, but the location of the cabin itself. Isolated. Quiet. At the end of a dirt track at the end of a gravel track off this little-used county road. If that was the kind of place Drake’s helpers were holing him up in, how the hell was she going to track him down?
She had to think like he did, much as she hated to. Go back through his previous behavior. When he had first been doing his killings, before she and Powers hunted him down, he had favored the Southwest’s out-of-the-way places, the little towns and isolated ranches, the dus
