Page 79 of Back To Our Beginning

“We’re going to find her. We’re going to bring her home.”

“Yeah.”

It was the only way I could think. If I thought any other way, I’d go insane.

* * *

It was dark. It made things more ominous. We’d stopped in Louisville, Kentucky. It was an hour after we’d heard from Trenda. We figured that Jase and Kai had boots on the ground in Chicago. Therefore we should stop on the halfway mark between Chicago and Jasper Creek.

Since Maddie had texted from Lana’s cell phone, it seemed logical that Grizz and Bishop had stopped some place, so staying midway between Jasper Creek and Chicago made sense.

But now I was pissed that Simon and I hadn’t taken two vehicles, because then he could have been in Indianapolis, while I was in Louisville.

Fuck!

This was taking way too long.

As if Roan had heard me, his name popped up on Simon’s dash.

“What?” Simon answered.

“Got the name of the man who won the Bronc Riding Championship in Memphis back in ’72. It was Roy Fletcher. Wanna guess who his granddaughter is?”

Roan sounded cocky, which was pissing me off. We didn’t have time for cocky.

“Got it. His granddaughter is Lana. Now tell me where he’s located.” I demanded.

“Harrodsburg, Kentucky. Seventy-eight miles southeast of where you’re located. Lydia still can’t get a lock on Lana’s phone, so we don’t know if that’s the location where the text came from or not.”

“It’s the best we have, and Maddie wouldn’t have given us this info, if it wasn’t pertinent,” I ground out.

“I hope you’re right,” Roan said.

“Of course, I’m right,” I practically yelled. “She wouldn’t have said it if it didn’t matter,” I muttered.

“Easy,” Simon said soothingly. “I know Maddie. She’s an Avery. You’re right, Beau.” Simon was pulling out of the Wal-Mart parking lot. “Text us the address, Roan, and see if there are any blueprints on the house.”

“Lydia is already on it, and I’ve already sent you the address.”

“Thanks.”

Simon disconnected, and I saw the text come in on the dash. I pulled it up and logged the address into Simon’s navigation system. It was going to take us an hour and thirteen minutes to get there.

“Wanna call in the cops?” I asked.

Simon shook his head. “We don’t know if we’re right, and I’ve been on a couple of ops since starting Onyx where things went wrong. In the back, I have everything we need. Comm system, night vision, weapons. We’re covered.”

I used my phone to check Google Earth to see what I could make out for the property now that we had an address. It was a bust. There were too many trees surrounding the house. I told Simon.

“It was a good thought,” he muttered.

We were forty-five minutes into the drive when Roan called back.

“Yeah?” Simon answered.

“There are no plans on the house. The property was a farm back in nineteen-forty-nine, and it was parceled out into four sixty-acre lots. Chances are that’s when the houses were built. But Lydia found a permit for a new stable back in nineteen-eighty. Building plans were submitted with the permits. She has those, and I e-mailed them to you.”

“Tell Lydia, good work.”