Tyler left Jo in the house with Duncan and Grossman while he went to talk to the Feds. Mitch wasn’t back, and he wasn’t answering his walkie-talkie. Ten armed SWAT officers exited the helicopter. The commander approached Tyler, took off his helmet. “Agent Hunter Blackstone. You must be Sheriff McBride.” Tyler took his hand, they shook. “Agent Vigo said one target is dead, one civilian is dead, and one target is at large.” “Yes. Aaron Doherty escaped on a snowmobile. One of your men followed him.” “My men?” “A Fed. Agent Mitch Bianchi.” “Bianchi’s here?” “Hans didn’t tell you?” “Not in so many words.” “Is there a problem?” “Problem? No problem. Bianchi is one of the best. I just thought he was heading back to Sacramento.” “If he is, he’s doing it on a snowmobile.” Tyler frowned. “I haven’t heard from him in over thirty minutes.” “Roger that. I’ll send my pilot and half my men to do reconnaissance and see if we can spot the pursuit.
