Lawman Protection. Cindi Myers

“But a number of them disappeared along the way, probably to the black market in the Middle East and Africa.”

      “So, how did it end up here?” Carmen Redhorse, the sole female member of the task force, with the Colorado Bureau of Investigations, asked.

      “Anyone with enough money can buy anything,” Lance said.

      “How much do you think one of these would sell for?” Michael nodded toward the busted crate.

      Marco shrugged. “Half a mil? Maybe not that much, if you knew the right people.”

      Lance leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. “So who do we know around here with that kind of smack?” he asked.

      “Being able to afford a missile doesn’t mean Richard Prentice bought one,” Carmen said.

      “But the fact that the missile was on a plane flown by a man who was known to work for Prentice gives us reason to question him,” Graham said. He turned to Lance. “What did you find out about Bobby Pace?”

      Lance uncrossed his arms and stood up straight. “He keeps his plane in a hangar at Montrose Regional Airport. The Fixed Base Operations manager saw him there three days ago, checking out his plane, but Bobby said he didn’t have a flight scheduled. I asked if he seemed nervous or anything, but the man I talked to—” he checked his notebook “—Eddie Silvada, said Bobby always seemed nervous lately. Jumpy. Silvada thought it was just because he’d been having financial problems. His kid has cancer and even with insurance, the treatments are expensive.”

      Graham nodded. This fit with what Emma had told him.

      “Does he have other family in the area?” Carmen asked. “A wife?”

      “Ex-wife,” Lance said. “Susan Pace. They’ve been divorced a year and she says they don’t talk much—just about the kid. She doesn’t know what he was up to.”