Chapter 13 - The First Officer on SceneMiles did not want to believe Tessa knew.
They had worked together for nine years.
She had attended his father’s funeral.
He knew her children.
But evidence demanded questions.
Evan Bryant worked emergency communications night shift.
Bank analysis showed irregular cash deposits totaling $46,000 across four years.
Not enormous.
Enough.
Halley’s burner phone contained calls to a prepaid number that frequently pinged near the dispatch center.
Investigators watched Evan.
Then arrested him leaving work.
He confessed within hours.
“I gave Halley information.”
“What information?”
“Calls.”
“Which?”
“Anything involving Canyon Crest.”
“Why?”
“He paid me.”
“Did your wife know?”
“No.”
“Did you warn Halley after Miles’s ambush?”
“Yes.”
There.
“How?”
“Text.”
“What did you say?”
“Archer has video. Internal is moving.”
“How did you know?”
“Tessa told me about the scene.”
Miles closed his eyes.
Normal spouse conversation again.
Tessa herself may have been innocent.
Evan weaponized it.
“Did Tessa know why you asked?”
“No.”
“Did she ever give you confidential information knowingly?”
“No.”
“Why protect Halley?”
“At first it was little.”
“What?”
“Tell him when complaints came in.”
“Then?”
“Vehicle theft reports.”
“Then?”
“Anything.”
Slippery corruption.
No sudden leap.
A hundred small decisions.
Miles thought about Erin.
Calvin.
Voss.
Everyone had started with a compromise they told themselves was temporary.
Evan’s warning allowed Halley to run.
Now finding him became urgent.
Boone and Jace remained missing.
Travis Keel and Leon Avery—the other two ambush men—were identified and arrested at a motel in Twin Falls.
They blamed Erin.
Then Dane.
Then Boone.
Eventually one talked.
“Halley called Boone after the ambush.”
“What did he say?”
“To bring the cop.”
Miles felt cold.
“Bring Miles?”
“Yeah.”
“Alive?”
“I guess.”
“Why?”
“Halley thought he had Caldwell stuff.”
So had Erin not seen the camera, and had the robbery succeeded, Miles may have been abducted.
The trap was more dangerous than he knew.
Travis continued:
“Boone refused.”
“Why?”
“Cop changes everything.”
“Then?”
“Jace said do it.”
“Who decided?”
“They argued.”
Miles’s badge disrupted more than the immediate robbery.
It fractured the crew.
The camera forced panic.
“What happened after they ran?”
“Boone drove.”
“Where?”
“Canyon.”
“But you escaped before police?”
“We split.”
“Erin stayed.”
“She froze.”
“Jace?”
“Went with Boone.”
“Where now?”
“No idea.”
“Halley?”
“No.”
Then Travis remembered one location Halley used:
A cabin near Cascade Reservoir.
Registered to a shell company.
Search teams went before dawn.
Empty.
Recent food.
Fireplace warm.
Three sleeping bags.
Halley had been there.
So had at least two others.
A map on the table showed roads toward Canada.
They were moving.
Then officers found a photograph pinned beneath a mug.
Miles.
Current.
Taken outside headquarters two days earlier.
Halley still had eyes nearby.
Who?
Investigators reviewed surveillance.
A delivery van passed repeatedly.
Registered to a courier company.
Driver identified.
No criminal history.
Questioned.
He admitted Boone paid him to photograph Miles.
Boone was still coordinating.
Phone ping from payment app.
A burner device near McCall.
Search tightened.
Miles was ordered home.
He refused.
Federal agent:
“You are a target.”
“I’ve been one for weeks.”
“That doesn’t make you bulletproof.”
Miles looked at Lena.
She nodded toward the door.
“Go.”
He went.
Nolan stayed with him.
At midnight, Miles’s motorcycle camera cloud account sent an automated alert.
NEW DEVICE CONNECTED.
Miles froze.
“What?”
Nolan asked.
“The stolen original camera.”
Calvin had taken it.
Somebody had powered it on.
Cloud sync attempted.
Device location metadata.
Near McCall.
Miles called Lena.
They traced.
A cabin.
Not Halley’s Cascade property.
Another.
Police surrounded it.
Inside they found Boone Reddick.
Injured.
Alone.
He surrendered.
“Where’s Halley?”
Boone laughed bitterly.
“Gone.”
“Jace?”
“Gone.”
“Why turn camera on?”
“I wanted what was on it.”
“Why?”
“To see how screwed I am.”
“Answer is very.”
Boone nodded.
He looked exhausted.
Then asked:
“Erin alive?”
“Yes.”
Relief crossed his face.
Complicated.
“What happened after the ambush?”
“Halley called.”
“We know.”
“He wanted Archer.”
“We know.”
“I said no.”
“Why?”
“Because I steal bikes.”
Boone laughed.
“I’m not kidnapping a cop.”
Miles almost admired the line between crimes he chose.
“Jace disagreed.”
“Yes.”
“Where did Jace go?”
“With Halley.”
“Where?”
“Canada maybe.”
“Maybe?”
Boone leaned back.
“Halley doesn’t trust Canada.”
“Then where?”
A pause.
“He said he had one place nobody would look.”
“Where?”
Boone looked at Miles.
“The old Caldwell site.”
The gravel pit where Nathan had first been taken.
Police had searched it again.
But Boone shook his head.
“Not the pit.”
“Then?”
“The house under it.”
Miles frowned.
Boone explained.
An abandoned mining access tunnel ran beneath part of the property.
Dane used it years ago to store stripped motorcycle parts.
Halley knew.
Jace knew.
Search teams had never entered because the visible opening was collapsed.
A second entrance existed behind an irrigation canal.
If Halley was hiding there—
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he might also have kept whatever evidence he never trusted Dane to hold.
And perhaps answers about every red job on his list.
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