“Yes, sir.”
I ended the call and turned back to the office monitor. The line of roads lit on the map spread out across the country like veins.
They were still out there. Still moving. Still making me chase shadows.
My patience was thinning now, and when that happened, people started making mistakes around me.
Danvers glanced toward the door, then back at me.
“What’s the plan, Sir?”
The question was almost stupid enough to offend me.
I gave him a flat look.
“What the hell do you mean? What’s the plan? WE FIND THE REAL F*CKING RV.” I boomed angrily. Danvers took a cautious step back. Smart man.
“And if they’ve already crossed the border?” Danver gulped nervously.
My gaze sharpened. “They haven’t.”
He looked skeptical, but I didn’t care.
I knew the kind of people I was dealing wit
