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Larch Mountain
campground.”
    “Did he wander off?”
    Spencer hesitated. He only hesitated when he
needed to come up with a lie to cover whatever TREX really had on
their agenda. “Yes.”
    “In the middle of January?”
    “That's right.”
    “With a Winter Storm Warning in affect?” She
caught herself and drew in a breath before she called him out on
his bullshit.
    “Some families like to live on the edge.”
    God how she hated it when he lied, and so
convincingly. If she didn't know every tone of his buttery voice,
she would have never caught it. His lies, forced by TREX or
otherwise, was the reason behind all their fights and, ultimately,
why they'd never work as a couple. She wanted answers and he
refused to give them.
    And now, their first find together after a
year apart, started on yet another lie. Awesome. Kat laughed and
didn't even bother to filter the disgust and bitterness in her
tone. “Some things never change.”
    “What's that supposed to mean?”
    “You're lying to me.”
    “Who said I was lying?”
    “I did.”
    “Kathryn, please. You know if I could tell
you more I would.”
    Damn him. God damn him for calling her
that name. She hated when he called her that. No, she actually
loved it. She just hated that she loved it. No one outside of her
immediate family called her Kathryn, except for Spencer. To
everyone else she was Kat Davis, owner of K-SAR. To Spencer, she
was Kathryn Louise. Or, when he really wanted to get to her, he'd
call her his Katy-Lou.
    She blew out a breath. This didn't have to be
this hard. She needed to get over the fact that they'd never be
more than what they were right now. He could call her whatever he
wanted. That wouldn't change anything.
    “Fine,” she conceded, not willing to expend
the energy needed to sort through his lies. She'd find a way to
learn the truth. She always did. “Let me ask this: how did TREX get
involved if it's a simple case of a kid wandering off? Don't you
guys only take cases to stop world domination? Or terrorist acts
before they happen? How does a missing six-year-old boy fall into
any of those categories?”
    “Tommy's grandfather has connections.”
    “Clearly.”
    “And?” he asked after she didn't say anything
more.
    “And what? Take the win, Spence. I'm not
going to dig.” Without missing a beat, she switched gears and
snapped into head of K-SAR mode. “The B-Line logging roads
surrounding Larch Mountain scatter across the north side of the
entire Black Hills. Has TREX searched every road?”
    “In progress.”
    “There are little spurs that finger out for
miles. That campground is the most popular site for camping because
there are so many places to tuck away for privacy.”
    “So we could have civilians up here with us?”
He didn't sound happy about that.
    “No one is going to be up there at twenty-six
hundred feet in the middle of January with a Winter Storm Warning
in effect. Being on the mountainside closest to the water makes the
weather too unpredictable.”
    “NOAA says the snow won't hit until
noon.”
    “NOAA's wrong.” She flicked her gaze to the
dark sky. It had cleared out, dropping the temperature down. No
wind. No clouds. The storm would hit, but not until later and then
it would sock them in.
    “You think it's going to stall,” he said,
reading her mind. She both loved and hated that he could still do
that.
    “Yep. So when it hits, it's going to hit us
hard. If we don't find Tommy before that storm does, we aren't
going to find him at all.”
    Spencer ground out his favorite cuss word.
“So we find him before the storm hits. It's our only option.”
    Finally, something they both agreed on.
    “I'm almost there. See you soon.” She ended
the call as she turned off the highway and started her ascent up to
the Larch Mountain campground. Her knuckles were white as she
gripped the steering wheel. She hated the dark and hated driving in
it even more, especially on a narrow, windy gravel road.
    After a tense