Page 264 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Then back at him.
“And you lost him.”
His jaw tightens.
“We didn’t lose him.”
“He’s still out there?”
A beat.
Then—
“We think so.”
Think.
Not good enough.
“Define think,” I say.
The agent’s eyes harden.
“We lost contact two days before Tank went dark.”
That hits.
Because it lines up.
Too well.
“Tank found him anyway,” I say.
“Yes.”
“And then?”
The agent doesn’t answer right away.
Which means I already know.
“Something went wrong,” I finish.
His silence confirms it.
Behind me, I hear Aspen’s breath catch.
Quiet.
But I hear it.
Always.
“What does this have to do with her?” I ask, my voice dropping.
The agent looks at Aspen again.
Longer this time.
