ARTHUR
A sharp knock rattled the battered door. Before I could respond, Danvers entered. His eyes briefly surveyed the damage, then settled into a neutral, controlled gaze.
“Report,” I snapped.
Danvers didn’t waste time. “The search perimeter around the RV site has been expanded. We’ve covered a fifteen-mile radius. No confirmed sightings of the escaped subject, however. We could only find the two sets of tracks.”
My smile was thin and dangerous. “Of course. There is no actual f*cking leads.”
“But,” Danvers continued, “we found signs of a secondary vehicle. Tracks leading away from the area just beyond the treeline. We suspect they used the explosion diversion as a distraction to drive away unseen.”
I froze, every muscle tense as I processed his words.
“What kind of vehicle?”
“Sma
