James slammed the door of the small, empty shed. But before he headed back to the SUV and his waiting driver, he reached for the untraceable cell and punched in that damn speed dial number he had begun to dread calling. “Tell me Cusack is dead,” was the greeting with which the phone was answered. “I can’t,” James said, his head pounding with frustration and stress. “What the hell do you mean?” was the incredulous question. “You can’t track down his damn body?” “I thought I had a lead on him.” He glanced back to the empty cabin. Had the kid really had her or had he, like so many other people had lately, lied to James? “But she’s gone.” “She?” “There’s a young woman who may have helped him escape.” And she was just as resourceful and resilient as James had worried she was. She was too much like her damn brother. That was another reason the warden needed to get a hold of that girl. A snort rattled the phone. “Given what Rowe Cusack looks like, it makes sense that a woman would have helped him.
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