Olivia’s lungs burned with every breath.
The cold air felt like broken glass in her chest.
She ducked behind a fallen pine log and pressed herself into the snow, desperately trying to quiet her breathing.
The voices drew closer.
“I see her tracks!” one of the guards shouted.
“She can’t be far,” Hayes answered. “Spread out.”
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut.
Then she heard something unexpected.
A calm voice.
“You’re a long way from the road.”
She spun around.
An older man stood a few yards away.
He was tall, broad-shouldered despite his age, and carried a flashlight in one hand. A gray beard covered most of his face.
“Please…” Olivia whispered. “They’re chasing me.”
He glanced once at the footprints behind her.
“I know.”
“You have to hide.”
Instead of answering, he quietly pointed toward his cabin.
“Go inside.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll handle this.”
Before she could protest, he disappeared into the darkness.
A minute later, Hayes and the two guards emerged between the trees.
“There she is?” one asked.
“No,” Hayes muttered. “She came this way.”
Then the beam of a flashlight hit their faces.
“What are you boys doing on my property?”
The old man stood in the middle of the trail.
Hayes frowned.
“This is police business.”
“I didn’t ask what you called it.”
“I asked what you’re doing on my land.”
Hayes stepped closer.
“We’re looking for a woman.”
“I haven’t seen anyone.”
One of the guards pointed toward the cabin.
“Maybe we should check inside.”
“You’ll need a warrant.”
Hayes laughed.
“You think that matters out here?”
The old man didn’t move.
Instead, he pulled a satellite phone from his pocket.
Hayes smirked.
“Who are you calling?”
“The state police.”
The smile disappeared.
“And the county sheriff.”
Still no reaction.
Then the old man added,
“And an old friend at the FBI.”
Hayes stared at him.
“Who are you?”
The old man looked him straight in the eye.
“My name is Jack Sullivan.”
“I retired twelve years ago.”
“I used to lead the regional office for federal organized crime investigations.”
The forest fell silent.
“I know exactly who you are, Deputy Hayes.”
Hayes’ confidence cracked for the first time.
Jack continued calmly.
“I’ve been documenting illegal traffic stops on this highway for nearly six months.”
He pointed toward a security camera mounted high in a pine tree.
“And tonight, every second of this encounter has been recorded.”
Both guards instinctively looked up.
Another camera was mounted on the cabin.
Then another farther down the trail.
Hayes suddenly understood.
“You set us up.”
Jack shook his head.
“No.”
“You walked into your own trap.”
