Daredevil’s Run

Epilogue

Several months later, in a motel room somewhere in west Texas…

Holt Kincaid sat on the edge of the unmade bed and punched a number on his cell phone speed dial. He listened to it ring, imagined it ringing in a room far away in South Carolina, on the shores of a small lake. It rang three times before a machine picked up.

“Hello, you’ve reached Sam and Cory’s place. We’re both away from home right now. Leave us a message and we’ll get back to you.”

He disconnected and sat for a moment with the phone in his hand, thinking. Then he pulled the laptop that lay open on the bed closer to him, found the page he was looking for, scrolled down the list of phone numbers on it until he came to the one he wanted. Dialed it.

Several minutes and several different numbers later, he’d learned several things. One: his employer was on assignment in Sudan, and there was no way in hell to reach him. Two: his employer’s wife was also on assignment, God-and the CIA-only knew where. Three: he was on his own.

Holt Kincaid didn’t often feel frustrated, but he did now. Here he’d finally managed to get a line on one of his client’s missing twin sisters, and there wasn’t anybody he could break the news to.

News that wasn’t good.

And he was very much afraid that if he waited, it might be too late.

What the hell was he going to do now?