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Sam, realizing the deputy failed to appreciate that bit of evidence, took a step forward, leveling his gaze at the officer. “Is it possible to ignore the reason we think our friend is in trouble and just check on her and see if she’s okay?”
“Sure. Not that I don’t believe you,” he replied, sounding exactly as if he didn’t. “Just like to get the facts. I’m the only deputy in the area here, so if it’s something that I can handle myself, I will. Otherwise, we’re looking at waiting a good twenty minutes for backup.”
“Of course,” Sam said. He took a card from his wallet, handed it to the deputy, saying, “Our cell phone numbers. Should anything come up in between here and there.”
The deputy took the card, got into his patrol car, and drove off in the direction of the farmhouse.
They were about to follow him over when Remi pointed toward a vehicle driving in the opposite direction as the deputy. “That’s the SUV that was parked at the farmhouse.”
“You’re sure?”
“Definitely.”
He started the car. “You see who was inside?”
“Two men. I can’t say for sure, except the passenger’s profile reminded me of that gunman who robbed Pickering’s shop,” she said as he took off after the SUV. “What about Bree?”
“The only deputy in a twenty-minute radius is checking on her. And judging from his reaction to your cat story, I highly doubt he’s going to drop everything and follow a car that we have absolutely no evidence is doing anything wrong even if we could get ahold of him.”
“Good point.”
The two-lane rural road wasn’t exactly one on which a person could drive unnoticed for too long. Even so, Sam did his best to keep plenty of distance between him and the SUV, figuring it was en route to Beaufort. Apparently it was headed to an industrial area near the water, and Sam followed as it made a right turn down a street that dead-ended into a dock with several large warehouses on one side. Sam slowed but didn’t stop as they passed the street. If the car was there, he saw no sign of it. “See anything?” he asked Remi.
“No. It must have driven onto the dock or it’s between the warehouses out of sight.”
Sam’s phone rang. He dug it from his pocket and handed it to Remi, who pressed the speaker function and held it up for Sam to answer.
“Deputy Wagner,” came the voice on the other end. “Just wanted you to know that I checked the house. There was no answer.”
“Sam . . .” Remi whispered.
He glanced at his wife, then back at the road. “We appreciate you checking. We followed the car we saw parked at the house. My wife thought one of the men looked like the man who robbed us in San Francisco.”
“Your friend wasn’t in the car?”
“Didn’t see her.”
“Where are you?”
“Near the water about ten to fifteen minutes south of Beaufort.”
“Do me a favor. Don’t do anything rash. I’ll try to get backup from Beaufort and meet you out there.”
He disconnected, and Sam pulled over to the side of the road. “Guess all we can do now is wait.”
Remi reached for the door handle. “We might not have fifteen minutes.”
“Remi,” he said, reaching out, grabbing her arm.
She stopped, looked over at him.
He leaned in, kissed her, and said, “You didn’t think I was going to let you go out there alone, did you?”
“Of course not.” She smiled at him and opened the door.
“Now let’s go find my friend.”
Eight
