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the snow he smelled in the air, they'd be able to see any that
brushed off branches as well as fresh prints on the ground.
    Spencer smiled. These guys were so
screwed.
    He quickly lost his smile as he spotted what
at first looked like a split stump ahead. As he drew closer, he
made out the shapes. Holy shit. That was no stump. He broke into a
run and skidded to a stop as his blood froze in his veins.
    “Holy shit,” Lyons muttered when he stopped
behind Spencer.
    “Weber, we've got a problem.”
     
     
     
TWO
     
    Spencer stood over the two bodies, still
trying to process what it meant. First the dead kidnapper in the
cabin. Now both remaining kidnappers dead. The boy missing. Who
killed them? Did the killer take the boy? Or was there a fourth
kidnapper TREX never knew about?
    He glanced down at the guns in each of their
hands. Maybe a lover's spat gone wrong? The male had a lethal shot
to the forehead just as the first male had. The female's shot could
have been a suicide. A bullet to the temple would do the trick.
    But that didn't explain how they ended up
leaned against each other like this. She could have killed him and
then held him up with her own body as she took her life. But
why?
    “This is fucked up,” Snyder said as he kicked
the gun out of the male's hand. With a stick through the trigger
guard, he lifted the barrel to his nose and took a quick sniff.
“Metallic sulfur. That smell always reminds me of a dirty penny.
This gun was recently fired.”
    Spencer swept his gaze around, studying each
tree for anything that could pass as a bullet hole. He didn't see
anything. “He missed.”
    “Did he?” Gessler knelt on the ground not
more than ten feet away from the bodies. He pointed at something in
front of him. “I've got blood here.”
    Spencer stood between the bodies and Gessler,
looking back and forth to get the trajectory right. He then lifted
his gaze, staring off into the darkness, searching for any trace
that whoever did this escaped in that direction. That blood didn't
belong to either kidnapper. No, they died instantly. Which meant
little Tommy Miller was either an expert marksman at six years old,
or the more obvious choice.
    Tommy wasn't out here alone.
    “Lyons, get the blood to forensics and
compare it to the DNA sample Miller gave us on his grandson. Aims,
you and Cummings search the area for any prints.” Spencer pulled
out his phone. He didn't want to make the call but things had just
gone from bad to worse. TREX agents were experts in tracking and
tactical retrieval, but they didn't know this terrain and had to
move fast. If that blood belonged to the shooter, they could be
dealing with someone armed and desperate. If it belonged to Tommy,
it could be even worse. They had to get to them before someone bled
out.
    “Are you calling her?” Gessler asked as he
nodded at the phone in Spencer's hand. “Weber gave us two hours.
It's been like thirty minutes. Tops.”
    He had no choice. “I know.”
    “I have a crazy idea,” Snyder broke in, a
shit-eating grin on his goddamn face. The charming ladies' man of
the team, David Snyder could win over the hardest heart with
nothing more than a flash of one of his smoldering looks. Or so he
thought. “I think you should pay her a personal visit. If I recall,
the last time you two were together was, shall we say, less than
pleasant.”
    Less than pleasant was right. She threw
Spencer's house key at his head when he wouldn't tell her what he
did for a living. He scratched at the scar on his chin, hating that
his team even knew that much about his history with Kathryn.
    “If he goes,” Gessler said with a wiggle of
his eyebrows and an even bigger grin than Snyder's on his face.
“I'm going, too. Kat is smoking hot. I have a thing for fiery
redheads.”
    The way Gessler spoke about Kathryn had
Spencer clenching his fists, fighting back an explosion he knew
would end up with him in front of the board for putting an agent in
the hospital. But damn