"Is he running?" Houge asked.
"Could be. Look for a dark blue Chevy three-quarter-ton with side rails, front-end winch, and hydraulic lift in the bed. Plate number Two-six-six CJR, tags expired."
"Where?" Morfin asked.
"Ojitos Prios. ID any other moving vehicle that looks suspicious."
"Armed and dangerous?" Duran asked.
"Roger that," Gabe said.
"Run Code three, lights only, and stay on the air. Give me locations and ETAs."
"I'm at Boaz's cabin," Morfin said.
"Five minutes to Ojitos Prios."
"Ten to fifteen minutes," Houge said.
"I'm on the interstate proceeding south past the cutoff to Villanueva State Park."
"I'll play catch up," Duran said.
"I've got to get off this stinking mesa first."
"I'm on Highway Eighty-four, five minutes from the Romeroville interstate ramp," Gabe said.
"Give me sixty-second microphone checks-two clicks each."
The dispatcher came on.
"This channel is cleared of all other traffic. Additional units are responding; SP 218, SP 376, and SP 101."
"SP 218 take state road 283."
"Ten-four."
"SP 376, ETA to Highway 84?"
"Three minutes."
"Patrol Eighty-four south of Buena Vista Lumber."
"Ten-four."
"SP 101."
"Go," said Captain Garduno.
"Are you assuming command?" Gabe asked.
"I'm along for the ride. Sergeant."
"ETA?" Gabe asked as he reached the overpass to the interstate.
"I see you crossing the bridge now," Garduno said.
"One minute."
"Ten-four. Join up."
"Give me your fucking car keys," Rudy Espinoza said as he hung up the phone.
"Use your own truck," Angle said.
"I've got to go to town later."
Rudy dumped the contents of Angle's purse on the kitchen counter, found the keys, and pulled all the cash out of her wallet.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Angie asked, grabbing for her purse.
"Nothing," Rudy said as he pushed her away and walked into the bedroom.
"If the cops come, you haven't seen me."
"I don't know why I ever took you back," Angle yelled at him.
"You're no fucking prize yourself," Rudy said, sticking the thirty-eight and a handful of folded bills in his jacket pocket.
"I'll call you later."
"Don't bother."
He got in the Mustang, fired it up, and peeled out of the driveway.
Angle stood on the front step giving him the finger as he swung onto the county road.
If the cops were looking for him like Joaquin said, it was time to go south.
Ben Morfin topped the hill into Ojitos Prios and saw a car throwing up a dust cloud on the county road at the far end of the valley.
"Someone is coming your way. Sergeant," he said into the microphone.
"I'm too far back to ID it, but he's moving fast."
"Location?" Gabe snapped.