King and Maxwell (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 6)

“It’s Edgar. Maybe he worked his magic with the satellite or found a way to track Grant’s car.”

Edgar, however, had not accomplished either of those things. Yet he did have something else.

“I was looking through Jenkins’s file and found something that might help you.”

“What?” asked Sean.

“Real estate tax bill for a piece of property other than Jenkins’s home.”

“Where is it?”

“Ten acres in Rappahannock County, Virginia. I looked it up from an old real estate listing online. It’s a cabin. Very remote.”

“Does it have an address?”

“I’ll email you the directions right now. Good luck.”

Sean clicked off and filled in Wingo on what Edgar had just told him.

“You think it could be where they’re holding Tyler and Kathy?”

“Rural and isolated. Maybe that’s where Grant was when our email flushed him out. It’s well over an hour away.”

“What do we do? Go charging in?”

“No. We have to do this the right way.”

He glanced at his phone and then called Michelle. It went straight to voice mail. She might still be at the hospital with Dana, he thought.

He punched in another number. A voice came on the line.

“Special Agent Dwayne Littlefield,” said the voice.

“Agent Littlefield, it’s Sean King.”

“Did you just drop off the planet or what? My ass is sitting out with the president of the—”

Sean broke in. “I think I might have a lead on Tyler and Kathy.”

“Where?”

“There’s going to be firepower if the kids are being held there.”

“We have people who specialize in this, King. How solid is your info?”

“Won’t know until we get there.”

“We? No, you let the Bureau handle this.”

Sean had the phone on speaker mode, and when Wingo heard this last part he snatched the phone before Sean could stop him.

“It’s my kid and I’m going to be there. I don’t give a shit what you say.”

“Who the hell is this?” Littlefield paused. “Sam Wingo? Is that you? Do you know how much trouble you’re in? And Sean King? Harboring a fugitive? Obstruction of justice. And I’m not even warmed up yet. Your ass is mine, King.”

Sean jerked the phone back from Wingo and gave him a withering look.

“Look, Dwayne, let’s just focus on getting the kids back safe and sound. You do that, I think the president will once more look favorably on the FBI. And then we can work out these other little details.”