Coming to Colorado by Sara York

Duff, do you have a photo on your phone?”
    “I think so,” Duff said.
    Marshal knelt next to Duff and handed him the phone. “Pull one up, and I’ll email it to Mike.”
    Duff nodded and placed his phone on the table. His hands were shaking too hard to hold the thing. After two tries, he had a photo he’d taken of Davis when he’d visited him recently. His son looked so young and healthy. He’d never meant for Davis to be a part of the ranch, that’s why he’d never invited him. Wild Bluff and the men here did dangerous things that Davis was too innocent for. Now the ranch had found him, and he might not survive.
    Marshal took Duff’s phone, pocketing it after making sure the ringer was on. He pulled out his own phone, sending a text. Duff didn’t know who Marshal was texting, but he guessed it was Roger or Mike. He needed to pull himself together. Davis was in danger and he couldn’t let Craig win this one. If he had killed Davis, Duff would stop at nothing to make sure Craig suffered more than he’d ever suffered before.
     

 
    Chapter Nine
     
    Mike answered the call, hoping that their luck was changing. Nothing had panned out. No one knew anything about Craig and they weren’t getting anywhere.
    “Mike here.”
    “Hey, it’s Marshal. We figured out why Craig is in Boston.”
    “Why?”
    “Davis, Duff’s son is in Boston for work.”
    “Fuck. Do we know where he is? Have you called him?”
    “He’s not answering his phone. I called him just a few minutes ago. We’re looking for the location of his phone, but we haven’t found it yet. You should have a photo of Davis in your email. Craig is tracking him, and we can only assume what he’s got planned.”
    Mike hung up and turned to find Roger on his computer pulling up their email. They stared at the photo of Davis, neither one saying anything for a few seconds.
    “He reminds me of Duff,” Roger said. “Have you ever met him?”
    “Nope, I didn’t know what he looked like until now. We can’t let Craig kill this guy.”
    Mike drew in a deep breath. It was time to regroup and revise their focus. They needed to find where Davis was staying and what he was doing. Mike pulled up a program he used to hack into the police computer system. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but if there was anything suspicious out there, he’d find it.
    Roger picked up his phone. “I’m calling Marshal.” The man was silent for a few seconds before he turned to face the other way though Mike could still hear him. “Do you have anything?”
    Mike hated operating without any information. They were really flying blind and just hoping to get something going with luck or a prayer. Roger tapped him on the shoulder just as Mike found something he thought was interesting.
    “Yeah?”
    “They are logged on to the cellphone company’s central computer system. They have an area they think Davis is in. They’re shooting over the information.”
    “Good. I think I found something. Put me on speaker,” Mike said.
    “Sure.” Roger tapped the phone screen and laid it on the table between them. “Guys, I have you on speaker.”
    Mike turned back to the computer, looking at the police report he’d pulled up when Roger had interrupted him. “There was a shooting earlier today. Looks like a high-powered rifle. No one was injured, but from eyewitness accounts, it sound like it could have been Davis the guy was shooting at. The man all of the witnesses said was being shot at fled the scene before the cops showed up.”
    “Shit,” Duff said.
    “We’ll find him Duff. At least we know he wasn’t shot with the first attempt,” Marshal’s voice sounded over the phone.
    “We’ll go to the area where his phone was pinging. Once we get there, we’ll tell you what we find.”
    “Roger, Mike, thank you. I know this is your job, but thank you for looking for Davis.”
    “Duff, you don’t even have to ask. Davis is your son and you’re family, so he’s family