CHAPTER FIVE
U.S. Marshal Kane Wilcox ran a hand through his scrubby hair, which was damp with sweat from the hot desert sun, beating down upon his scalp. Then he climbed into his car and turned up the AC as far as it would go. He’d be happy to get out of this hellhole.
The Rising Sun commune was, as far as he was concerned, the pit of hell. He’d been here for the past three days, hot on the heels of former FBI Agent Mia North. Or at least, he’d thought he’d been hot on her heels.
Now, though, he had a feeling it was just the desert sun, playing games with him.
The trail was cold. She’d escaped him, yet again.
He looked over at the pile of junk on the front passenger seat, pulling out a blue flannel shirt. He gritted his teeth. Mia North. No, none of this had her name on it, but he kn
