Page 28 of Jason Bourne (Seals on Fraiser Mountain #7)

Lane

I started with the school. Teachers said Marcie hadn’t been in class all day, though her car was still in the lot. That told me one thing—whoever picked her up yesterday hadn’t let her come back.

By mid-afternoon, I was standing in front of her best friend Kayla again. “You said he drives a black pickup?”

Kayla nodded quickly. “It’s loud, like it’s missing a muffler. He always waits at the edge of the parking lot.”

“Did you ever catch a license plate?”

“Part of it.” She scrunched her nose, thinking hard. “Six-four…something.”

Not much, but it was a start.

I was halfway back to my cruiser when a voice behind me said, “You’re working this one already?”

Jason. Leaning against the hood of his truck like he had all the time in the world.

“You were following me,” I accused.

“Not following. Watching your back.” His eyes narrowed. “This girl—Kayla’s friend—what’s the story?”

I filled him in as quick as I could. Jason didn’t move, but I saw the muscle jump in his jaw. “That description,” he said slowly, “matches a guy I knew years ago. A runner for the Reno lab. He disappeared after the raid—slipped the net. Name’s Cal Harris.”

My heart gave one hard slam. “You think he’s up here?”

Jason gave me a look that said it was possible. “If he’s messing with kids, he’s not just up here—he’s setting up shop.”

I didn’t answer right away. Because the truth was, if Cal Harris was on this mountain, then my first big case as a deputy sheriff wasn’t just about proving myself.

It was about stopping a ghost from Jason’s past.

“Then we bring him down,” I said.

Jason’s smile was thin and dangerous. “Together.”