Drake never did turn up, not even after a search party Weldon, panic in his voice, had called in, scoured that part of the desert.
The pickup had been winched onto the bed of the tow truck and taken to the lab in Santa Fe while Jenn’s team of men and women worked to gather up the remains of the tent and all the other bits and pieces of the campsite—Jenn wasn’t maternal, but the sight of those tiny boots about broke her heart—and to get as many details of the surrounding area as they could, including some prints that looked similar to the one that had been at the last site. “Someone cast those, please.”
They worked as fast as they could. The sandstorm had held off, but night would be falling soon.
Jenn’s cell phone rang. She recognized the ringtone she’d given Nicki, and she almost broke
