The Girl Who Cried Wolf by Paige Tyler Page B

only looked at her for a long moment, then picked up the shovel leaning against the wall beside the back door and went outside.
    * * * * *
    Reese decided the best way to find out where Carl Sherman had taken Kat was to talk to the man’s former cellmate at San Quentin. Apparently, Dylan thought so, too. That wasn’t surprising since he and Dylan thought a lot alike. That was what had made them such good partners.
    “What the hell are you going here?” Dylan demanded.
    Reese finished signing the visitor’s log before answering. “Same thing you are.”
    Dylan grabbed the pen and scrawled his name. “I told you I didn’t want you anywhere near my sister.”
    “Well, that’s too damn bad.” Reese took out his gun and slapped it down on the counter so the corrections officer working the desk could hold onto it while he was in with the prisoner.” Look, you want to go twelve rounds with me after we get Kat back? You just tell me when and where and I’ll be there. Right now, we need to concentrate our efforts on finding her.”
    Dylan glared at him, the muscle in his jaw working overtime. Finally, he gave Reese a curt nod. “Fine. But after we find her, I’m putting in a request for a new partner.”
    Like that was news.
    Dylan paced the visiting room like a caged animal while they waited for a guard to bring in Rodney Nolan. Reese didn’t blame him. Every minute they wasted was a minute longer Kat was with Sherman. If the bastard wanted to use Kat as bait to lure in her brother, he would have called Dylan already. But he hadn’t, and that scared the hell out of Reese.
    The door opened and a guard escorted Nolan in. The tattooed, blond-haired inmate eyed him and Dylan curiously as he sat down.
    “Don’t get many visitors this late,” he said in a southern accent. “And since neither of you is my lawyer, that must mean you’re cops.”
    Reese pushed away from the wall. “We’re here to talk to you about Carl Sherman.”
    “Sherman, huh?” Nolan shook his head. “Guess that means he must have grabbed that cop’s sister then.”
    “That cop is me, asswipe,” Dylan growled. “And you’re going to tell me everything Sherman told you about her.”
    Nolan slouched down in the chair and folded his arms. “He didn’t tell me much. Not that I remember, anyway. There is something that might jog my memory, though.”
    “What’s what?” Reese asked.
    “I’m coming up on parole soon.” Nolan looked from him to Dylan and back again. “You two tell them I helped you and that’d go a long way in helping me get outta here.”
    “Consider it done,” Reese said. “Now, talk.”
    Nolan turned his attention back to Dylan. “Carl’s sister got real sick while he was in here. Died a couple months before he got out. Since you was the cop that arrested him, he blamed you for not being there for her. He said he was gonna get back at you for it by taking your sister.”
    “And doing what with her?” Dylan demanded.
    “He didn’t say in so many words, but he was real interested to find out that I got a cousin who drives a delivery truck for a casket company.” Nolan shrugged. “Let’s just say I don’t think Carl’s planning on killing her before he puts her in the thing.”
    Reese felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Sherman was going to bury Kat alive. And the son of a bitch already had a two-hour lead on them.
    Fuck .
    “Did he tell you where he was taking here?” he asked Nolan.
    “Can’t say that he did.”
    “Your cousin’s name and address—what is it?” Dylan asked.
    Nolan’s eye narrowed. “Why do you want to know?”
    “Because if Sherman got a casket from him, your cousin had to deliver it somewhere, dirtbag. Give me his name and address. Now.”
    “You ain’t going to arrest him, are you?”
    Reese finally lost it. He grabbed Nolan by the front of his shirt, dragging him out of the chair and slamming him against the nearest wall.
    “If you don’t tell us where we can find