Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,46
the men were raising three children.
“We’re all doing great,” Wild replied with a smile and then sobered. “Rossi said you needed some help.”
It didn’t surprise him that Rossi had sent Wild. Wild was called “The Tracker” because of his expertise in finding people.
“I do. Forest sent ASAC Alexander Channing.” Logan introduced Wild to Alexander.
Although Wild had met a few of his team, he made the introductions again.
“And this is my team. Jaxon, Brick, Felix, and you remember Hayden.”
“I do.” Wild and Hayden shook hands. The pair had previously met during a Cobalt Security and Phoenix joint operation.
Once all the introductions were completed, they took the elevator to the third floor. Stepping out, they were greeted by one of his staff members.
“I have the communication center cleared as you requested.”
“Thank you, Pat,” he said and entered the room. It was his main control center. One whole wall was covered in electronic screens, and on each desk sat a state-of-the-art laptop or desktop computer.
“Oh my god, it’s a Mac,” one of the FBI technicians murmured, running his fingers reverently over the keys.
“You’re lame. We’ve got those,” another tech said, razzing the first.
“Yeah, but this one is brand spanking new,” the first guy said with awe.
“Setup,” Alexander ordered and effectively cut short the conversation about what software was the best. “All right, people, listen up. One of our own went missing roughly forty-eight hours ago. I want your full attention. No time off until Macy is found. I’ve picked you because I trust each and every one of you. Nothing gets out of this room.”
“Problems with security?” Logan murmured with a frown.
“I’m not taking any chances. What we know is that US Marshal James Stanton is dead, FBI agent Mercedes Giles is missing, along with US Marshal Flint Ashbridge,” Alexander said flatly. “I don’t know how they found that safe house, so the less people in on this, the better.”
“Good,” Logan returned and turned to the wall of monitors. “Pull up the area of the safe house.”
The screen flashed with the state of Idaho and zoomed into a populated area packed with apartment buildings not far from a warehouse district.
“Hitch, give me Macy’s last known location in relation to the safe house,” Alexander ordered.
“On it,” A young, smart looking man said and pushed a pair of black rimmed glasses up on his nose. “His phone was turned off here.” Hitch pointed to a rooftop a couple of blocks away from the safe house. “I picked up a burner phone signal from a nearby tower a few moments later.”
“Get me eyes on the streets surrounding that tower. I want to see that rooftop,” Logan barked. He was probably raining all over Alexander’s parade, but he didn’t give two shits. Other than a quick nod of agreement, Alexander didn’t seem to mind.
The screen flashed and the rooftop was located. It was a warehouse. “Get me local on the phone. Jett, Nathan, how fast can you get there?” Alexander turned to the two agents.
“A flight is just a little under two hours,” Jett said.
“Get moving,” Alexander ordered.
The two agents nodded and grabbed their jackets.
“I’ll go with them,” Wild said.
“Wild?”
“Yes?”
“Take my jet,” Logan said.
“Will do,” Wild responded and left the room along with Jett and Nathan.
Logan turned to Alexander. “Did anything go down that you know of before Macy ran?”
“They had a switch of one of the marshals,” Alexander said with a heavy sigh. “US Marshal Flint Ashbridge.”
“What was the reason for the switch?” He squinted at the agent.
“Whip Tauber was called away,” Alexander said, and then frowned.
Logan turned to Jaxon. “Get me Marshal Whiplash Tauber on the phone.”
“You got it, boss.”
“I doubt Whip is in on this,” Alexander murmured.
“Do you know him personally?”
“I don’t, but Whip is a close personal friend to US Marshal Mac Mackenzie.”
“Really?” Logan felt a lot better knowing that. Marshal Mackenzie was an honorable man, that Whip was friends with the guy spoke volumes.
“Yeah, Whip, Mac, and Stanton went through the academy together.”
“Still, though, get Whip on the phone. He might know something about Flint that we don’t know.”
“Logan?”
He turned and spotted Detective Charles Dalton stepping through the door. He’d invited the man on the off chance that Macy made it to Colorado.
“Charles.” Logan shook the cop’s hand and introduced him to Alexander.
“Detective Dalton is our connection to the Denver Police Department. If you need any help on the streets, he’s the man.”
“Thank you,” Alexander said and shook the detective’s hand.
“You bet, anything for Logan.”
Logan smiled. He’d worked numerous cases with the