Page 160 of Rangers Unexpected Return

Rylie covered a laugh with her hand.

My face warmed. “Can we concentrate on the serial killer?”

Mace smiled. “I was.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Not for a minute there.”

Sheriff Tate pointed toward the door. “I have a shovel.”

Mace’s smile widened. “You threaten all your guests with yard work?”

“I’m deciding where to bury you.”

Max wagged his tail.

At least one of them found this entertaining.

Trigger pulled out his phone. “I’ll call the others.”

“No,” I said.

Everyone looked at me.

“We can’t take a parade of trucks to the camp. Robert knows we have the key. Evan knows we’re suspicious of him. If either one is watching, they’ll see us coming before we reach the entrance.”

“So we don’t use the entrance,” Trigger said.

“Mace and I don’t know the back roads,” I reminded him.

“But we do.”

Trigger made the calls.

Within fifteen minutes, men began arriving at Sheriff Tate’s house. Wolf came first, followed by Saint, Havoc, Ace, and Blaze. They entered separately, listened while Trigger explained the situation, and accepted their assignments without arguing.

No one questioned whether Trigger could protect Rylie.

They simply expanded the protection around her.

The plan was simple.

Sheriff Tate folded his arms. "I'll stay here. If Robert or Evan makes a move, somebody needs to keep them talking while the rest of you search the camp."

Wolf and Havoc would approach the camp from the north. Saint and Blaze would cover the road and the tree line. Ace would stay near the vehicles and watch the southern trail.

Trigger would enter the camp office with Rylie.

Mace, Max, and I would go with them. Carson and Will would follow us.

It was nearly dark when we left.

Trigger drove because he knew the way. Rylie sat beside him while Mace, Max, and I took the back seat.

Max settled between us.

The dog was the only reason Mace wasn’t pressed against my side.