Jared screeched to a halt in his driveway next to Frank’s patrol car. “What did you find out?”
“They’re on Turtle Island, site five.” Frank took off his hat and rubbed his head. “Randy did some more digging around regarding Tom.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He mentioned the other day that Tom fit the profile of another case he’d been working on.”
“What the hell are you babbling about?” This was the last thing Jared wanted on his mind. Hell, he didn’t want anything taking up space in his brain, just Ryan in his bed. Then it hit him. “What a minute. Tom is involved in something the FBI is looking into? And you’re just telling me this now?”
“Really, they’re different cases, but when Randy faxed me this—” Frank held out a piece of paper. “I thought you might want to know, but you called me, barked out an order, I followed it figuring I’d see you when you got here.”
Confused, Jared took the sheet of paper, glancing at the picture. “Who is this?” He scanned the sheet for a name. “William Crommly? This guy looks like Tom.”
“We think it is Tom. I mean, he stole Tom’s identity.”
“Then he didn’t get arrested for flashing?” Jared glanced over the sheet again, staring at the words rape and murder. “Wait. These two are one and the same?”
“Not sure, yet. But this guy is wanted in two states in connection with at least two rapes and one murder. All obsession-stalker cases. Nick already has all the details. I made sure of it.”
“Where’s Nick?” Jared blinked, crumpling the paper in his fist.
“Getting a search warrant.”
“Screw the damned search warrant—find the bastard. I’m going to get Ryan.”
“I’ll go with you,” Frank said as a car rounded the corner.
“No, you’ll work with Nick and catch the asshole.” Jared waved to Chuck as he parked his car. “Let’s get a move on.”
“No way, Jared,” Chuck said. The last thing I need is another lecture from my fiancée on the importance of girls’ night and such.”
“I screwed up—”
“Not my problem.”
“Not with that, but this.” He shoved the paper in Chuck’s hand. “Ryan’s still in danger, and I need Frank here to find Tom and nail his ass. You and I are going to get the girls.”
Chuck glanced between the paper, then back to Jared. “Okay,” he said. “Turtle Island. But I don’t know the site.”
“Five,” Jared said, jogging toward the docks. “Stay in touch, Frank.” He waved, but didn’t look back. Frank knew what to do. Now to get Ryan and find a safe place for her to hide out until he got the situation under control.
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