TRAVIS GLANCED AT HIS PHONE.
Ryan Brooks' name flashed across the screen, and the device buzzed.
Again.
Travis rejected the call and pocketed the phone.
"The feds?" Ethan asked.
"Yeah. You'd guess they'd be off for the holidays or something," Travis muttered.
They'd hit each ATV rental on the off chance one would be open on Christmas Eve, but no dice. Their leads were running out and Grayson wasn't accepting his calls. The forecast tonight was for more snow. Any trail they might find would be covered up, and Daniel Campbell would get away.
Travis pulled into a scenic turn-off overlooking the bay and slammed his fist into the dash.
"Dude, it's a rental," Ethan said.
Mason was passed out in the back seat. They were chasing ghosts across the mountains. They weren't going to find Blis
