Montana Standoff

He flipped open the first folder, shuffling through the photographs, and then the second as his heart pounded in his chest with anticipation. Was he so obsessed with Mason that he had imagined a connection? One after another, he looked at the photos and laid them aside.

Finally, he found the photograph he’d been looking for. Tyler Mason dressed in his usual expensive suit outside of a hotel in Mexico flanked by two men who were obviously acting as his bodyguards.

One of them was the same guy who had run his truck off the road.

Bryan swallowed. His fingers curled into a fist. If these guys were connected to Tyler Mason, this thing was way bigger than a couple of low-level drug dealers looking to get paid. Could this be the break he needed to blow the Mason case wide open?

“Keyes, I need to get your statement.” Bridget’s head peered around the divider, pulling him out of deep thought.

“Yes, of course. Is Sarah still in the interview room?”

“She was done. She said something about going to find her brother,” Bridget said.

He let go of the photo as it drifted down to the desk. “She’s out there by herself?” A sense of urgency girded his words.

Bridget shrugged. “She called a friend to come get her. What’s the big deal?”

“I’m concerned those guys she tangled with aren’t going to give up that easily.”

“Don’t you think they are still tromping through the woods or sitting in the back of a sheriff’s car by now?”

“I’m pretty sure they have friends in town.” His heart pounded from the sense of urgency he felt. “What was her home address?”

Bridget tilted her head. “I don’t know if I can disclose that.”

He grabbed her forearm. “You heard from the report how determined these guys were. I have a feeling they’re not working alone.”

Bridget let out a breath. “Okay. It was on Madison Street....” She thought for a moment and then looked down at the stack of papers she held in the crook of her elbow, flipping through several pages. “Three twenty-one Madison Street, that subdivision on the edge of town.”

After grabbing his phone off the charger, he stalked toward the front of the station, his mind racing as he walked. His truck was floating down the Jefferson River. His car was parked at his house. He stopped in front of the young officer he’d talked to earlier. “Grant, loan me the keys to your car.”

Grant raised his eyebrows. “Because...?”

“Because you’re my friend and you can come out to my place and get them when you get off shift.”

Maybe Grant picked up on the desperation in his voice, but he tossed the keys without further questions. “You owe me, buddy. I’m going to have to get a ride from my wife to go out there and get the car.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, man.” Bryan pushed through the doors of the station and skirted around to the side parking lot where the officers kept their private cars.

His thoughts sparked at lightning speed as he sat behind the wheel and shoved the key in the ignition. It couldn’t be just coincidence that the same man who worked for Tyler Mason had been after Sarah. Maybe he’d cut short his fire-tower hiatus and come back on the police force if Sandoval would let him pursue the connection.

He’d talk to the chief later. Right now he needed to make sure Sarah was not in any immediate danger.

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