52 JJ knew they’d made the right decision. For the first time since he’d returned, there was a spark of hope in Adam’s face, a sense that maybe things would come out all right after all. Not that she could imagine any scenario in which everything would come out all right, not if they were right about Virgil Rutledge being involved. But JJ would settle for taking Rachel home in one piece. “Are you crazy?” Iris asked, a hoarse edge creeping into her throat. The poor woman must be tired of acting as the voice of reason for their little windmill-tilting group. “You’re just going to run off into the dark, trying to find someplace you’ve never been to confront we don’t know who, on the basis of a hunch.” “Yes,” Adam said. “I’ve got a four-wheeler you can use, if you don’t mind doubling up,”

