CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
By eight o’clock that morning, Mackenzie found herself at the nexus of the case. She was serving as the liaison for the small police forces of Morrill County, three ragtag forces out of Belton and other small communities within the county. She was organizing and sending out teams to canvass the areas, looking for anyone with any background information on a man named Greg Redman. She was also working closely with the FBI—communicating with Penbrook in the Omaha field office and Harrison and Yardley out of the headquarters in DC.
She could also feel the headache she’d been sensing growing by leaps and bounds. She’d taken three ibuprofen shortly after leaving the motel but so far, it had done nothing.
It all had the feeling of finality, of some sort of massive storm that
