THE CELL RANG AGAIN. Clovis grabbed it and transferred it to his other hand as he connected. He clasped her shoulder reassuringly as he addressed the caller. “Alf, tell me you’ve found that little bastard.”
“I have. I took the liberty of tracking the phone you’re on now too. He’s about five miles ahead of you, moving slow.”
“He’s on foot then. That’s good.” Clovis hit the gas and the Vic squealed away from the curb. “What direction?”
“Northwest. He was following the road but it looks like he’s taken to the woods.”
“Time?”
“You should intersect in about...”
Clovis frowned. “Bro?”
“Dangit.”
Clovis risked a glance at Emma. She appeared to be in a complete meltdown, rocking in her seat and murmuring as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Don’t say that, Alf.”
“Sorry, bro. I just lost the
