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“Sure thing.” She rattled off the number, and he ended the call before immediately dialing the number. The call went straight to voicemail. The ranger probably turned the phone off after identifying it’s owner.
He went back inside to get Samantha and Gray.
“Let’s go. We have a lead.”
Gray raised an eyebrow. “Care to share?”
“Outside.”
When they were outdoors, he shared what he’d learned.
“My best guess is Ricketts. The ping from the tower on Route 118 would seem to indicate that was where the cell was last turned on.”
“It’s a plausible theory. We can see what towers the call came from, but it might be easier if you could call someone?”
She nodded and dialed a number on her cell. After a brief phone call, she made eye contact. “It was Ricketts Glen.”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “We’re finally getting somewhere.”
“Ranger Stone made the call. The cell was found along a game trail. It surprises me it would be found where he said.”
“Can you show us where it would be?” Grayson asked.
She pulled up a map of the park on her phone and indicated the area along the northwestern border of the park. “I was out in that area twice last week because of complaints of drones disturbing the wildlife, but before that, I hadn’t been in that area in more than a year. It’s not part of our regular patrols.”
Gavin squinted. “Drones?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that unusual?”
“Not really. We don’t allow them, but visitors bring them.”
“Could be surveillance drones,” Grayson said.
“My thinking exactly. Get the jet ready. We’re heading up there.”
“You two go ahead. I’ll drive. I have my Subaru,” Sam said.
Gavin frowned. “I’ll have one of our men drive your car home for you. Come with us.”
MasonKennedyleanedagainstthe stone facade of nearby building and watched the Garrison boys exit the Fraser Fine Arts Library. Quick to act, yet slow to understand God’s grand design for humankind. Once they slowed down enough to consider the grand scheme, they could have a place with the Continental Alliance themselves.
His phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID he saw that it was Philip Monroe. “Philip, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I received an unsettling telephone call before dawn yesterday.”
“You don’t say?”
“Cate Garrison called. Wanted me to extend her the courtesy of my assistance since I’m friends with her father.”
“I’m sure you agreed to do so.” Mason grinned at Cate’s tenacity. The girl would be punished, of course, but he had to admire her courage to act against him. Most young ladies would’ve obeyed without question.
“Cate claims Emmaline Swisher was kidnapped. When did you venture into such sordid affairs?”
“Kidnapping is a ridiculous accusation. We arrange mutually beneficial marriages for our members. You know this.”
“You’re telling me those marriages aren’t consensual?”
