“What about it?” I asked.
“Someone moved this yesterday.” He said looking up.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Very.” Casey nodded.
The search intensified and more evidence appeared. Footprints, discarded supplies, fresh tire tracks outside and the farmhouse had definitely been occupied.
The question was when and that answer arrived twenty minutes later.
Drake emerged from a rear bedroom carrying something.
A disposable coffee cup and he handed it to Casey.
Casey examined it and smiled. Another dangerous smile. The kind that usually meant information.
“Less than twenty four hours.” Casey said.
“What?” Brax asked confused.
“The expiration stamp. The residue isn’t dry yet.” Casey said pointing toward the cup.
My pulse hammered against my ribs. Twenty four hours. Maybe less. We
