Ethan shook his head. “We need something that’s zoomed in, something that shows more detail. We’ll need to see the roads, driveways, and forest service routes that Rutgers might take if he runs, and what other properties are around because he’ll want a place to hide.”
Turning to instruct Collins, the deputy had heard and was already on the phone to the closest San Juan National Forest Ranger Station asking about topographical maps. Mitch shifted his attention back to Ethan, a brow raised in askance of the next request.
Instead of launching into a plan as the sheriff expected, Ethan picked up his sketchpad and flipped through the pages.
Mitch knew the agent had a method, and he left him to it for the time being, returning to his office to call and harass the clerk in charge of tracking d
