It was coming up to nine in the morning and neither he nor Macy had slept at all. He disappeared behind the closet door and came out wearing a clean shirt. He buttoned it up while standing in front of her. He wouldn’t look her in the eye.
“I have to head over to Waldo Canyon. One of the fire crews we’ve had helping us with the search for Lindsay Moore found a body.”
Macy kept her own eyes on her laptop. “Is this the same place you found the burnt-out SUV a couple days ago?”
“Not exactly, but pretty close.”
She checked the time. “I’ve got a call coming in from a few guys in John Dalton’s platoon. When I’m finished I’ll head over.”
“I take it you’re assuming it’s Lindsay.”
“Is anyone else missing who drives an SUV?”
“You never know. It could be a hiker or maybe someone from a fire crew.”
“We both know that’s not going to be the case.”
“I’ll call you later and let you know the best place to meet.”
* * * Liquefied air shimmered above Route 93 and in the distance the black river of road melted into the horizon.
