Alamosa turned out be a little more than the “wide spot” Lenz had characterized it to himself back at HQ. The small town was nestled at the base of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range and was quaintly picturesque, with its older buildings and an impossibly blue sky overhead.
However, he wasn’t there to sightsee. He’d checked into the local Best Western hotel, along with his pilot and a man named Ives who’d worked several missions with him and could be counted on to be quick, efficient…and discreet.
Lenz had no idea how long they’d be waiting there. Instinct had sent him back to that part of the country — along with that glitch Dawson had found, the one that might or might not have been a scrubbed image of Adara Grant — and he had to hope that he hadn’t jumped the gun, following a hunch t
