Freeze Frame by Freya Barker & KT Dove

Author:Freya Barker & KT Dove [Barker, Freya & Dove, KT]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biker, colorado, Law Enforcement, suspense, mature characters
Publisher: Freya Barker
Published: 2017-03-28T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Ben

“Aim for the largest part of the body and gently squeeze the trigger.”

The loud reverberation of the gun travels and bounces off the mountains around us.

Then it’s quiet again. Almost too quiet, the noise absorbed by the blanket of snow that fell yesterday. A good ten inches, not quite the several feet I’ve been told to expect, but a decent start anyway.

I should be glad things seem to have settled down, but instead it’s making me uneasy.

It took Neil a few days to pull the information. The clinic in Tulsa, where the ultrasound was taken, had closed down since, but the files were digitally archived and stored in a central data bank. Harder to access, and apparently a maze of digital information to sort through, but he found her.

Jahnee Kaiser nee Wells, born March 13, 1973, in Amarillo, Texas. Except, there had been no record of any Mr. Kaiser. I could’ve told him there’s no record to be found. Nor would there be a marriage license of such a union, since it never took place.

Bat-shit crazy.

The DEA would have some file on her—at least leading up to our sting in Tulsa—but no need to keep track after.

I’m more interested to find out where the fuck she is now, I don’t really give a shit where she’s been. Except to find out what happened to that child she was clearly pregnant with. A kid, which by my calculations, could very well be mine.

Neil dug hard but found no record of any birth. What he did find was that Jahnee sent those emails from different IP addresses. He tried to explain that he knew she was sending from her phone and had a dynamic IP address assigned to her from the server, depending on where she was. The only conclusion he was comfortable drawing was that she’d been in or around Durango for the first one, and somewhere in central Montezuma County for the last one. That’s a pretty decent chunk of real estate to cover.

“Can I go again?” Isla turns to me, the gun in her hand aimed at the ground and away from her body, like I instructed. The first time I took her up for target practice, I’d nearly crapped myself when she swung the damn thing toward me, barrel first.

She argued at first, but when I explained that unless she had an adequate alternative to protect herself, I’d have to handcuff her to my side, she relented. This is our third day shooting, and I’m pretty confident she’ll be able to pull the trigger under extreme circumstances. I’m not sure what she would hit, hopefully not her own foot, but it would be enough to scare an attacker off.

“One more,” I give in. “But then I want to head inside, see if my game is on.”

Friday the guy was here installing the satellite and we mounted the TV in the great room. Today is Sunday and I’m ready for some damn NFL.

-

“Jesus Christ, Brady—throw the damn ball!”

The fucking guy always hangs on to the ball a little longer than is comfortable, or wise.

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