Colorado Manhunt: Wilderness Chase / Twin Pursuit

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Wilderness Chase (#u7f9c7666-b2f2-535d-984d-4c74efb2f49d)

Lisa Phillips

Mega thanks always to my writer friends, who drive me to be the best I can be. Couldn’t do it without you.

Evil pursueth sinners: but to the righteous good shall be repayed.

—Proverbs 13:21

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Deputy US Marshal Noah Trent glanced in the rearview. Had he lost them? The older SUV had stuck behind him for the past fifty miles of Colorado highway.

Today had been a nightmare from start to finish. First, a prisoner transfer had gone horribly wrong. Now two marshals were dead and three inmates had escaped. He’d hit the road almost as fast as the news had come.

One inmate had been caught, but the other two men were still in the wind. It was assumed they weren’t together. Too bad that was about all the marshals knew.

If Jeremiah Sanders was loose, it meant one thing. He’d dig up his sister’s whereabouts and be at her doorstep faster than you could say, “Incoming.”

The man wanted to put his sister, Amy, in the ground as revenge for testifying against him. Then there was the death of Jeremiah’s son. Despite what happened to the teen, Jeremiah held her responsible for that, as well. As though she’d been the one to cause the car accident.

Hopefully Jeremiah was still in Washington state, and nowhere near his sister.

Noah looked back for the blue SUV again. He gripped the wheel the same way he’d done all afternoon. Then he tapped the screen of the rental car and listened to the phone ring through the speakers.

“Withers.”

Noah said, “It’s Deputy Marshal Trent.”

“Any problems?”

“An SUV behind me, but I lost them,” he told his boss.