Page 115 of Rangers Unexpected Return

I did too.

The black truck had driven through town slowly enough for us to see it. Then it accelerated the moment Sheriff Tate called his deputies.

The Keeper wanted us to follow.

Or he wanted fewer people protecting Rylie.

“Wolf’s right,” I said. “Both of you stay with her.”

Trigger looked down River Road. Every part of him wanted to join the pursuit.

Then he turned toward the tavern.

“If this is a diversion, he’s coming here.”

“So let him,” Wolf said. “He’ll find us waiting.”

Mace opened the passenger door of his truck.

“Get in.”

“I can open my own door.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

“Because arguing about it slows you down.”

I climbed inside.

He closed the door before I could respond.

Thirty seconds later, we were racing toward River Road.

Sheriff Tate’s taillights disappeared around another curve.

Mace kept both hands on the steering wheel. He drove fast without losing control. The road narrowed as we left town, with trees crowding both sides and the river running somewhere beyond them.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Carson.

“Tell me Rylie is secure.”

“Wolf moved everyone away from the windows. Trigger and Max are with Rylie. Saint is watching the cameras. Ace and Blaze are covering both entrances.”

“What about the roof?”

“Havoc.”

“Has anything moved near the tavern?”

“Nothing yet.”

“Check every camera within three blocks. The Keeper may have someone watching to see how many people followed the truck.”

“Already doing it.”

A burst of radio static came through Mace’s radio on his dashboard.