Page 12 of The Hero She Loves

She sucked in a breath.

“Yeah, it was as bad as you’re imagining, but I assure you, I can help you track down Olson.”

She watched him for a beat, then nodded. “We have a command post set up in the conference room at the hotel next door. We’ll meet in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll take you to the accident site then, as well. You can meet my team. I have several other marshals here, and we’re planning a full-scale search with the help of the state troopers. They’re as pissed about this as we are.”

Park made a noise.

She frowned. “What?”

“You won’t find him.”

“We have to try. And now, I have my secret weapon.” She tilted her head. “You. You can help me narrow down search locations.”

“Did Olson have any friends up here?”

Her frown deepened. “Not that I know of. I’ll look into it.”

“He needs resources, and then he can disappear. He could steal them, but that would attract attention he doesn’t want right now.”

“So it’s better if he has a friend who gives him what he needs.” She toyed with the coaster her drink was resting on. “If he gets away, Parker, and disappears into the wilderness, we’ll never find him.”

Park set his glass down. “We’ll find him.”

There was no way in hell that Park would let a killer run free, especially one who’d left a stain on the teams that meant a lot to him. A stain on the memories of the men who’d given their lives fighting for their country.

“You’ll be at the hotel in the morning?” Jenna asked.

“I’ll be there.”

Jenna was alreadyon coffee number two.

She was sitting at her spot at the head of the conference table, surrounded by maps and papers. The other marshals were working in the adjoining conference room. She was waiting for Parker to arrive, and figured he would be here soon.

Owen walked in and set more files down. “Lieutenant Dunford checked in. No sign of Olson.”

She figured as much.

Owen crossed his arms. “You sure this Conroy guy can help?”

“Yes.”

Her partner sat. “We already have marshals and the state troopers. I don’t think we need someone else getting involved.”

“We do. Parker Conroy served on the same teams as Olson. He’ll be exactly what we need to catch him.”

Owen pulled a face. “I know whatever these guys did in the military is classified, and you can’t tell me about it, or about this team—” he made air quotes with his fingers “—but it can’t bethatgood.”

“It is.”

Her cellphone rang. When she saw Vic’s name on the screen, she rolled her eyes to the ceiling and counted to three. Then, steeling herself, she stabbed at the phone. “Vic.”

“You found him yet? I need an update.”

“You know this guy’s highly trained, so no, we haven’t found him yet. We’re working on it.”