“I see you’re just as stubborn as ever, Brody.” There was no time to waste, so Julianne didn’t bother trying to talk him out of joining them.
She hadn’t been able to convince him to believe in her, to come with her to join the FBI academy six years ago, either. The man could teach stubborn to an ox.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” Max asked for the third time. “I can take over.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Stop asking already.” She was annoyed at the way her boss was treating her, as if she were some helpless damsel in distress who couldn’t hold her own.
She was a trained FBI agent. Getting shot at came with the territory.
And if she were honest, she’d admit that seeing Brody again, hearing her name spoken in his familiar southern drawl, had shaken her up more than any gunman. Especially since it looked as if her ex wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.
Ignoring the four deputies who’d just arrived at the crime scene, she retraced her steps, looking for the evidence bag she’d dropped in her mad rush to stop the prison break. Fifty yards back, she found the sack containing an old shirt belonging to Jake Morrow. Kneeling on the ground, she opened the bag and encouraged Thunder to take a deep sniff.
Thunder buried his nose in the bag for several long seconds.
“Find, Thunder.” She pointed north in the direction where the cabin was located. “Find Jake.”
Thunder’s tail wagged, then his nose went to the ground. He walked in a few circles, then trotted north. Julianne followed, trying to ignore Brody dogging her heels.
As they made their way through the woods, the brush grew more and more dense. Twice Thunder made a few circles, as if he’d caught a whiff of something important, but he never alerted.
The trees offered significant shade from the hot May sun, but that didn’t mean it was cool. Sweat beaded along Julianne’s scalp, rolling down her temples.
“Do you know the people responsible for Agent Morrow’s disappearance?” Brody asked.
Julianne glanced at him. If in fact Angus Dupree had a cabin in the area, Brody deserved to know. “We have reason to believe that Jake was captured by a highly organized crime family headed up by Reginald Dupree. We raided a warehouse owned by the Duprees, capturing the head of the family, Reginald, but his second-in-command, Angus, got away. Angus is running the show now. Upon further investigation we found evidence that Jake had been there. Unfortunately he’s been missing ever since.”
“How long ago?”
“Too long.” Julianne’s voice was curt. “But I’m convinced that with Thunder’s help, we’ll find him.”
“Are you sure your dog knows where he’s going?” Brody asked as they wedged their way through a particularly dense thicket. “I can’t believe there’s a cabin anywhere in this mess.”
“He knows,” she said in a terse tone. “Besides, I have a map.”
“I’d like to see it.”
Julianne shook her head, there wasn’t time, besides, they’d already told Brody more information than they should considering the confidential nature of their team. Keeping her gaze trained on Thunder, she noticed her partner was slowing down thanks to the denseness of the woods and she wondered how much farther they’d be able to go. By her estimation, the cabin was still a good mile away.
A mile that may as well be twenty based on the difficult terrain.
“I should have brought a machete,” she grumbled as she forced her way through another bush.
“Wouldn’t help.” Brody was so close she was surrounded by the spicy scent of his aftershave intermixed with his unique male essence. Breathing through her mouth to avoid his intoxicating scent, she tried her best to fight the memories.
Both the good and the bad.
Don’t, she warned herself. Don’t go there.
Abruptly, Thunder veered right, heading straight for a large tree. Julianne held her breath, closely watching her partner.
Thunder sniffed along the base of the tree, then jerked his head back to the right side of the tree. Then he scratched at the spot and plopped down on his butt, staring at the ground as if there was something to see.
“What in the world?” Brody sounded incredulous.
Julianne glanced at Brody. Max and Opal were bringing up the rear. Opal was a bomb-sniffing dog, so Max had given Julianne and Thunder the lead in attempting to pick up the trail.
“Thunder alerted on Jake’s scent. He was here, Max. Jake Morrow was here.”
“I see that, but where’s the cabin?” her captain asked.
Good question. She joined Thunder. “Good boy,” she praised him. “Good boy. You found Jake.”
She stood near the large tree for several moments, then pulled Dylan’s map out again.
“Max? Hand me your binoculars.”
Brody took them from Max and brought them over. Raising them to her eyes, she peered through the magnified lenses and incrementally moved the glasses from right to left.
There! She used the dial to sharpen the image.
“I found it,” she said excitedly. “There’s a house, not a cabin, but a large house roughly three hundred yards away. The only problem is, I don’t see a driveway or even a path that could be used to get in there. All I see are trees.”
“There has to be a way in,” Max insisted.
She inched the binoculars over the wooded area, then stopped abruptly when she saw the wire. “There’s a chain-link fence well disguised with brush and trees, topped by barbed wire.” She pulled the glasses from her eyes and turned to her boss. “This has to be it, Max. It reeks of Dupree.”
“Yeah, but how are we going to get in? Obviously not on foot,” he said.
Max was right. She battled a wave of frustration. They were so close. She knew Jake Morrow was being held against his will somewhere inside that house.
They just needed to figure out how to get in to rescue him.
“I know a way,” Brody drawled, drawing skeptical looks by the FBI agents. The way the dog had alerted on the trail had been impressive, but he didn’t appreciate the way the feds acted as if he wasn’t even there.
Especially Julianne. Her indifference hurt, more than it should have.
They’d retreated from the woods, returning to the road. Two of his deputies’ vehicles were parked on either side of the prison van, and Brody knew that he needed to head over there to talk to them. But not yet.
She stared at him. “How?”
“From the air.” He waved a hand. “I’m a trained paratrooper, I can parachute down landing inside the compound.”
Genuine surprise widened her eyes. “Brilliant.” She swung toward Max, who nodded in agreement.
“We need to contact Dylan, see if we can get a chopper here, ASAP,” Max said. “Not too close, though, because we don’t want anyone from inside the compound to hear it.”
Brody scowled. “Para-jumping with dogs can be dangerous.”
“We learned to do this in our training program,” Julianne said in a brisk tone. “We can go in alone, no reason for you to come along.”
“Yes, there is. My county, my problem.” He couldn’t stand the thought of her going in without him and possibly facing