Chapter 19
Saturday
“What’s up?” Hank said when he answered Nathan’s call a little before nine on Saturday morning.
“Quite a bit, actually,” the agent replied. “I just got word that there were confirmed sightings of Nelson’s Land Rover heading north on Interstate 75 through Dallas.”
“When?”
“Last night around ten. Dallas PD’s reaching out to each city along that route to try and pinpoint exactly where he went, but they haven’t gotten any feedback yet.”
“Thanks for the heads up. Sounds like our wait might be over before too much longer.”
“Just be damn careful - and keep me updated.”
“Yes, papa,” Hank quipped and made Nathan chuckle before he hung up the phone.
* * *
By nine-thirty a frustrated Nelson was climbing back into his Land Rover in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma.
Grumbling under
