Page 22 of The Hero She Loves

Jenna grabbed the man’s gray hair and yanked it back. He hissed out a breath.

“He’s a killer. Is that the kind of man you are, one who protects a killer?”

“He said you made it all up,” Price yelled. “The cops framed him and are out to get him.”

“It’s not made up,” Park said.

Price glanced at him. “You’ve got the same look as Olson.”

“Except I don’t kill for fun.”

“Or rape,” Jenna added.

Price jerked. “Rape?”

“Oh, did your buddy forget to mention that bit?” Jenna said. “How he ties men up, makes them watch while he rapes their girlfriend or partner.”

Price’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t approve of hurting women.”

“Then tell me where he is.”

“You won’t find him. He’s long gone.”

“You gave him supplies?” she asked.

The man nodded. “Food, camping gear, and clothes.” He paused. “Weapons and ammo.”

“Dammit,” she muttered.

“He left on foot?” Park asked.

Price nodded again. “The one thing he wanted more than anything was the damn boots he’d ordered.”

“Boots?” Jenna prodded.

“A pair of Anvil tactical hiking boots. Olson swears by ‘em. Had to special order them for him.”

“Where is he going?” Jenna demanded.

“I don’t know.”

“If I find out?—”

“I don’t know! He wouldn’t tell me.”

“There’s a map inside,” Park said. “It shows an area around Drifter Lake, south of here.”

Jenna’s mouth flattened. “What do you know about it?”

“It’s remote, but there are some people who live there, a lodge. and a public camping ground. It would be easy for him to get his supplies.”

“He’s been there before,” Price said suddenly. “Hunting. He mentioned it once.”

Jenna straightened. “Owen, call the state troopers. Mr. Price here needs processing. He shot at US Marshals.”

Price’s shoulders sagged.

“What’s the plan?” Park asked.