CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NATHAN AND RICARD WERE almost to Racine’s when Nathan’s phone rang.
“Thomas,” he answered, then said, “sure, patch them through.”
“Hello, this is Agent Thomas,” he stated. “How can I help you?”
Detective Ricard noticed Nathan’s sudden urgency as the FBI man hurriedly scribbled notes.
“Where now? Hold on a moment, please.”
He cupped his hand over the receiver and asked Ricard, “How far is it to Mason from here?”
“About two and a half hours. Why?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” Nathan assured him, then returned to his phone call. He spoke back and forth with the person on the other end of the line for another twenty minutes before ending the call with, “I can have someone down there sometime this afternoon. Will that work? Fine. See you then.”
“We have another case th
