Ruiz's Point of View
I am standing over a digital map of the countryside spread across the screen in front of me. All around me, officers are moving around the room with a quiet urgency. The door opens and Dawson steps up next to me.
"We have narrowed it down."
He points to a spot on the map.
"There, up on the northern ridge in the old hunting territory. There are a few isolated cabins. We looked at all of them. There are no records under Stephen’s name, but the deed links back to one of his defunct companies that he inherited from his deceased wife's estate.
I nod my head slowly.
"Get a drone team out there and in the air immediately. I want eyes on that place as soon as possible. Everyone else suit up, I want us out in fifteen."
Dawson nods, and turns to leave before hesitating.
