Nash drove like a bat out of hell, determined to make up the distance. He didn’t let himself think of what could be happening to Rowan. Didn’t let himself think of what Voss—or whoever had her—might already have done. He just focused on closing that distance and getting to her.
In the passenger seat, Robert continued to coordinate with other officers on the radio.
Did Voss have a radio himself tuned to the police band? Did he know they were coming?
The caller had reported him driving fast. So he was in escape mode. He couldn’t have had time to kill her and dump the body yet. Logic dictated Rowan was still alive. She had to be. He just had to catch up.
Careening around a curve in the county road, he caught a flash of black and hit the brakes. A truck with a camper top had plowed straigh
