CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Keri felt like slamming her cell phone against the dashboard. It took her last ounce of self-control to grip it tight and continue to speak in a professional voice.
“Patterson, I don’t understand how you could pinpoint almost the exact location of Reginald Jones’s truck but you’ve completely lost the other two red big rigs that left the truck stop around the same time.”
“We haven’t lost them,” Patterson said in a tone that suggested he was trying to keep it together as well. “We know they both got on the 5 freeway headed south. There just aren’t as many cameras along that stretch of highway so it’s taking longer to pin them down.”
Keri bit her tongue. She knew everyone was exhausted and on edge. Pushing them further wouldn’t help. It was a waiting game now.
“I’m a
