Randall Lenz picked up the phone before it rang a second time. “You have something for me?”
“I think so,” Agent Dawson responded. “Surveillance video in a convenience store in St. George picked up a couple who look as though they could be Adara Grant and her companion. Sending it over now.”
St. George was located roughly fifty miles west of Kanab and would have been a likely destination. If the footage truly proved the couple had been there the day before, then he stood a good chance of figuring out where they’d headed after that. His instincts about those sorts of things had always been good; in fact, it was the hints his intuition had provided that allowed him to be so successful in his work. Maybe that was part of the reason why the whole Adara Grant debacle had rankled so much. He wa
