Coming to Colorado by Sara York Page A

too.”
    “Thank you,” Duff whispered.
    Mike hung up and turned to Roger. “We have to find Duff’s kid.”
    “You said it. We need to find him now.”
    “What the hell are we going to do?” Mike asked.
    Roger started shutting down their computer. “We’re going to go to this address and find the kid, then we’re going to get the heck out of here and get him to safety. Once we’re all safe, we’ll track down Craig, and make sure he doesn’t breathe any more air.”
    “You know Davis is older than us,” Mike said.
    “Yeah, but we have Ranch years on our side. That makes us older.”
    Mike chuckled, glad that they were finding something to laugh about and lighten the mood. There was a time for being serious and a time to let the stress go. They needed to have a clear head and be ready for anything once they found Davis. He knew that when they arrived at their destination, they’d be all business.
    Roger and Mike packed away their computers and headed to the rental car. The drive took them almost to the North End of Boston. The place was deserted. It was late and people were headed to bed. Mike sat back in his seat, watching for any movement. Minutes ticked by, leaving him wondering if they’d found the right area.
    “How the fuck are we going to find Davis? We need to have the guys pull his credit card history. We have to find out if he’s staying near here.”
    “Agreed,” Roger said as he whipped out his phone to place the call. “Hey, Duff, we need Davis’s credit card activity.”
    Few people were out, and Mike was getting tired of just sitting around. Craig was taunting them by terrorizing their loved ones. He guessed they all needed to connect with their families and make sure they were safe. They should have taken care of Craig when he was on the mountain, because dealing with him now sucked.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Davis swung around, finding Ryan close, but on the other side of the street. Ryan headed straight to the building Davis had been watching. For some strange reason, the guy put Davis at ease. It was stupid to go on his gut feel, but his gut had kept him alive and gotten him out of more than one sticky situation. When he’d been in the Army, his gut had kept him from being another casualty of an IED. His feelings hadn’t steered him wrong yet, and he had faith that they wouldn’t this time.
    After a minute, Davis followed Ryan, afraid of what he’d find, but more afraid of what would find him if he didn’t get off the streets.
    The door opened easily and he slid in, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He was on high alert, expecting something to happen when he heard the click of a tongue.
    “Ryan?”
    “Yeah, is that you?”
    “It’s Davis.”
    “Nice name.”
    “Thanks.” Davis had forgotten that he hadn’t told Ryan his real name.
    “I stuck around at the restaurant for another ten minutes. The guy didn’t move, and after about five minutes he started getting antsy. Eight minutes in he was intently looking at his phone. It looked like he was searching for something. The guy didn’t come in to the restaurant, and when I left the building, he didn’t follow me. I made sure by tracking back and looping around the blocks a few times. I think we’re good here.”
    “Why are you helping me?” Davis was curious. This guy had done more for him than he could possibly ask.
    “No clue, but I’ve—that’s a lie, and I said I wouldn’t lie to you. Not that long ago a guy in my unit killed fifty men who were our brothers in arms. He detonated bombs, shot my friends in cold blood, and otherwise tried to destroy a peace we were working hard on creating in the Middle East. It was the worst thing I’d ever been through. Anyway, I saw a look on your face back in that bar, and I knew that look. I’d lived it, wallowed in it, and it almost destroyed me. You can’t trust anyone you know, can you?”
    “No, sir,” Davis said. He felt humbled that this guy was helping him.
    “You don’t