CHAPTER THIRTY
Georgie’s eyes burned but she couldn’t tear them from the screen. Savage/Spicer hadn’t left much of a trail. She’d tried most of her skip tracing methods from her old paralegal days, but he was either very good at being a ghost or had dumb luck. It was ages since Pickett put the Mount Isa cops on the chase and that doubled her determination to track him first.
She muttered to herself, ‘If you find him at a rodeo up in Queensland, it probably means he’s in the clear.’
The Queensland Rodeo Association had no events listed for this weekend and she quickly exhausted a maze of threads that led her nowhere.
He might follow the circuit Australia-wide.
Georgie brought up a new search, her brain quickly chewing and spitting out thoughts. If he was working a rodeo anywhere but Vi
