As Jordan approached the desk, Katelyn set down the walkie-talkie and made her best attempt at a friendly smile. “Hi, Jordan. I heard you have a friend visiting you.”
Of course the men who’d dropped off Hasan would’ve reported his arrival. She was naïve to think that word wouldn’t have gotten around. “Yes, Hank. We, um…met up in Chama.”
Katelyn’s smile turned sly. “I get the picture. How is he doing? Mitch said he seemed really tired.”
“He’s fine. He’d walked a long way after his supplies ran out. He’s sleeping now.” That all sounded mostly plausible, didn’t it? Jordan had to hope so.
“Well, I’m glad the guys found him, then. So what can I do for you? I would’ve thought you’d be staying in with Hank.”
“Oh, I’ll check on him later, but I thought it might be a good idea for me to get ou
