Page 55 of Final Approach

ANDREW STOOD OUTSIDEthe Lake City Public Library and looked at the video Chey had shared with him. He’d sent it to Nathan as well as the analyst, who was running it through facial recognition. Unfortunately they didn’t have a hit yet. And might not get one. The man Brown had met with had been seated in profile to Cheyenne but wore a shirt with some kind of logo on the left shoulder. The analyst would be working on that as well.

His phone buzzed with a text from Kristine.

Emily is sedated for now and she has a great nurse who told me to get lost in a very nice way. So on the way home to grab a shower and changeclothes, etc. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.

Glad Emily’s doing okay. You should probably grab some more sleep while you can.

Might do that too. So nothing I can do right now?

Not at the moment.

Talk later then.

A pang of disappointment hit him. He should have made something up. Maybe he’d run by there before he went home. Just to make sure she was okay. And say what?I wanted to see you? Hmm. Maybe not.

Andrew glanced at the parking lot looking for Nathan and spotted a black truck backed into the corner space in the rear of the lot. He only noticed it because he thought he remembered seeing it behind him on the way over. He looked closer, but the driver’s seat was empty. He was being paranoid.

Nathan chose that moment to turn into the parking lot.

Together they walked into the library. “I’ll go right, you go left,” Andrew said.

“Check the study rooms.”

“And the bathroom.”

It didn’t take long to cover the entire building open to the public, with no sign of Jacob. Andrew walked to the desk, and the young man behind it looked up. “Help you find something?”

He showed him Jacob’s picture. “You know him?”

“Sure. He’s in here all the time. Loves the science fiction section.”

“When’s the last time you saw him?”

“Before his dad hijacked the plane.”

Ouch. “Okay. Do you mind if we take a look in all the employees-only places?”

“Why?”

“We’re looking for Jacob and want to make sure he’s not hiding here.”

The guy frowned. “Huh. I doubt he would be there, but there are some good hiding spots in the back. Help yourself.”

“Thanks.”

Ten minutes later, Andrew and Nathan met at the front door. “He’s not here,” Nathan said.

“Nope.” Andrew scanned the parking lot. He couldn’t help it. The truck was gone.

He texted Tim Jackson, one of the agents guarding Hank.

How’s everything there?

Quiet.

Good. Thanks. Headed to the office. Let me know if you need anything.

Will do.