drawer and turned back to Alexander.
“Tell me about Macy,” he said, and smiled ruefully at the look of surprise on Alexander’s face.
“I thought you two…” The agent waved his hand in the air.
“We are. I want to know what you think of him as an agent.”
“Macy is one of our best. And not only because he’s a damn good agent, but because he’s constantly underestimated by the suspects. That gives him an edge. I can send him in anywhere I need eyes on the inside and nobody suspects he’s there. He blends when he needs and stands out when he doesn’t. He’s one of the most efficient agents I’ve had the pleasure of working with.”
Logan nodded. “How long have you known him?”
“Five years. He was green out of the academy.” Alexander studied him and Logan didn’t have long to find out why. “He’s never been attracted to anyone like he is to you.”
“Oh? How so?”
Alexander smirked and tossed his empty container into the small trashcan next to the desk. “Right after Christmas in Crumpet, we had a week detail where we went over procedures and Macy was gaga. It was Logan this and Logan that and Echo this and Echo that.”
It warmed his chest to know Macy had been talking about him even before he’d made his first return trip to Crumpet in pursuit of the lovely young agent.
When Alexander stretched his legs out and lifted his iPhone, Logan swiveled in his chair to gaze out the window.
The Denver skyline was gray from an oncoming rain storm. It suited his mood. All he could think about was apologizing to Macy when he got the chance, and he sent a silent prayer to the powers of the universe that he would get that chance.
His cell buzzed and he turned around, lifting it up.
“It’s Wild,” he said, glancing at Alexander.
“Let me hear the conversation,” the agent said, leaning forward.
Logan punched the answer button. “You’re on speaker, Wild, what did you find out?”
“We located the Idaho warehouse. No signs of Macy, but we did find where he stashed a duffle bag of his stuff. Jett was able to locate a car ordered near here around the time the safe house was hit. A person by the name of Mark Gleason hired an Uber to take him to the Boise train station. Gleason bought a ticket to Las Vegas, but never boarded.”
“How do you know this Gleason is Macy?”
“Nathan got ahold of the surveillance cameras, it’s him.”
“What do you mean he never boarded? You think someone took him?” He clenched his fists.
“No, I mean he never got on that train. He turned around and bought a bus ticket and got on the bus. My point is, he’s covering his tracks. Hopefully, he’s shaken off whoever is tailing him.”
“He’s extremely smart.” Pride filled his chest.
“We’re following that bus route. I’ll be in touch,” Wild said and hung up.
Logan traded a glance with Alexander before the agent turned to the room.
“Macy took a bus from Boise to Vegas,” Alexander barked and the room galvanized into action.
The room was a whir of activity and it only died down when Wild rang again several hours later.
Logan jerked the phone up and at the last minute, remembered to put it on speaker.
“What do you have?” he asked.
“Macy got off in Ely, Nevada, just north of Las Vegas. He rented a car to take him into the city from there. We were able to find he purchased another bus ticket that left at eight o’clock yesterday morning out of Vegas going to Colorado Springs,” Wild replied.
“Here? As in Colorado?” He knew he sounded stupid, but he couldn’t hold back the words of hope.
“Yeah. Hang on, I’ll show you a pic we got from the Greyhound bus terminal in Vegas. It’s grainy as hell, but that’s him.”
Logan clenched the cell phone in his fist and waited. His heart lurched when the picture came through and he stared at the grainy picture of the man in a black beanie and bomber jacket. There was no mistaking those wide eyes, full lips, and that beautiful face.
“It’s him. Did he get on the bus in Vegas?”
“He did. We’re following the bus route. Jaxon and Brick are here. If Macy got off anywhere between Las Vegas and Colorado Springs, we’ll find him.”
“Thank you.”
Logan ended the call. He sat for a moment, conscious of the eyes on him. He felt like the room was waiting for his orders. Logan rubbed a hand down his face and