Stretching her fingers, Tansy reached out and clicked open the word document.
She needed to be as slow as possible without incurring more damage to herself. How much science did Bernie know? Would he understand when she included false or misleading information? Or if she skipped vital steps.
That might be smarter to do.
Tansy took a deep breath and started to type.
Sam paced the main room at the lodge and tried not to beat the shit out of the furniture.
She’d been taken right in front of him.
Less than a hundred yards away.
And he’d been powerless to do a damn thing about it.
Instead of making love to her in the fort, he’d answered the phone and watched her do Tai Chi. Watching her fluid body move through the steps was one of his favorite things.
If he’d ignored the phone call, Tansy would have been safe.
If he’d been faster, Tansy would be safe.
If he’s been smarter, Tansy would be safe.
A water attack. He’d thought of it but dismissed the idea. The water was frigid and the logistics of getting to and from the water were complex. Tansy rarely used the dock alone. How many days had they been waiting beneath the dock for her to be vulnerable?
He’d assumed if an attack came, it would be on land.
He’d assumed. They all knew what they said about people who assumed. What kind of fool was he to think he could train others in protective services when the woman he loved had been snatched in front of him?
Nico was flying in but wouldn’t be there for hours yet. Marcus, Troy, Graham, and Joe were with Sam. Ready to go. Once they found a place to go.
He stopped as a thought hit him. “She was wearing that tracking device on her skin. She said it would only last about twenty-four hours, but what if it’s still active?”
He grabbed Tansy’s tablet and was pulling up the app before he stopped speaking.
Joe stood at his shoulder, watching.
The app Tansy had made to go with the tracker loaded and he clicked on the location map.
Yes. “It’s showing Keene, across the New Hampshire border.” Where she’d met with Stephens.
“Let’s go.” Joe was moving with him.
Graham stood up as well. “What if it’s only showing her last location? Does it say?”
Sam didn’t know the app that well. He hadn’t needed to use it. “It saysCurrent Location. I’m heading out.”
“I’m with you.” Joe, of course.
They all walked out as Graham asked. “Should someone stay here in case it’s wrong and showing old data?”
Sam couldn’t stay. Wouldn’t. Not when the app showed current location. He would trust Tansy’s tech over everything else.
Marcus slapped Sam on the shoulder. “You all go. I need to go over the scene for evidence and I’ll make some calls to get you help down in Keene.”
They cursed the two-mile run as they raced to the cars down at the sawmill. But all four men were in shape and no one lagged behind.
As they neared the mill, Graham called out. “I’ll drive. Red is ready to go, and she’s got more speed than anything else here.”