Nathan arrived at Fort Worth’s police headquarters as scheduled, shook Joe’s hand, and took a seat in one of the visitor’s chairs across from Joe’s desk. They’d just started talking about the Ramon Garcia case when Joe’s phone rang. “Hang on a sec,” he told Nathan, then picked up.
Nathan watched as some color leeched away from Joe’s complexion. Man, whatever he’s being told, it’s big, Nathan mused silently. Joe asked several questions as he furiously scribbled notes, then hung up and looked at Nathan.
“How do you feel about taking a trip with me to Colorado?” he asked.
Nathan raised an eyebrow. “What’s in Colorado?”
“That was Detective Molina with Vail PD. Seems they have a guy at their station right now with what sounds like some sort of hit list, and he told them it involves an old c
