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Dallas North Tollway, up one office tower and down the next, creating a mental map, searching out the several positions a shooter could have used to make the hit.
    The fear was gone now. Shut off, tamped down, and replaced with the same emotional detachment that kept him alive in combat, allowed logic to replace panic, and made it possible to block out the anguish of holding a bleeding friend to the last breath, in order to go on to fight and survive.
    This was a war in which the fight had been brought to Bradford’s doorstep, and in place of fear sat only the mission: track the enemy, find him, destroy him, and take back what had been stolen.
    From behind, Walker said, “If it was me, I’d be perched over there.”
    Bradford turned and watched, silent, as she strode across his office to stand beside him. Paul Jahan had come with her from the war room, but he remained in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the frame.
    “Or there, or there, or there,” she added.
    Bradford followed the line of her finger as it jumped from building to building, returning finally to her original target: a twelve-story at ten o’clock, with an attached parking garage.
    “It’s a clear line of sight,” she said. “The garage offers a place to stash a vehicle during the wait without worrying about it getting ticketed or towed, and it’s close enough for a half-assed shooter with a decent rifle to guarantee a hit. Even if he’s an expert marksman, if he tranqued her, then he’s using something special, something modified, and that’s going to affect the calculations, maybe limit distance, so he’s going to want to get in as close as possible for accuracy. If it had been me set up there, I’d be gone before the ambulance even got here.”
    Bradford nodded and returned to staring out the window. Out of the many points from which to choose, Walker had singled out the same location he’d zeroed in on. He pounded the glass, a brief hit of frustration, and then straightened, took a calm step back, and said, “Go find me my building, Sam. Call me when you’ve got it, and we’ll pick up the leads from there.”
    He would have preferred to work with her directly, hunting clues, staying updated to the instant, but Walker would find what they searched for more quickly than he could and he needed to see what had become of Logan’s place after the call to 911. She lingered at the glass and Bradford waited until she turned and passed by him into the hall, watched her go and then moved to head out.
    Jahan stepped into his path.
    Impatient, Bradford attempted to brush past, and Jahan shifted fully into the doorway. Bradford said, “Get out of the way, Jack. Don’t make me knock you on your ass.”
    Jahan put a hand on Bradford’s shoulder. Maneuvered so that Bradford couldn’t avoid his eyes. “Listen,” he said, “I know you’ve gotten a lot of flak from all of us for bringing Michael onto the team, but we’ve got your back on this, okay? She was ours, too.”
    Had the words been said yesterday, Bradford would have countered wiseass to wiseass, but at the moment he had nothing but a desire to get out the door, to keep moving, so he nodded a silent thanks and gave Jahan’s shoulder a jab of camaraderie.
    Jahan caught his fist. “You’ll feel it eventually,” he said. “You know you will, and when that happens, don’t take it out on someone else or get yourself killed or arrested; you come to me.”
    Bradford held his place, kept silent, until Jahan released his hand, and then continued to the exit without a word. The concern was warranted, but getting killed or arrested wasn’t on the agenda, he was smarter than that.
    B Y MAKING THE call that he hoped had turned Logan’s place into a crime scene, Bradford had added manpower and resources to the task of solving, at the least, Logan’s disappearance. He wanted latents that might lead to whoever had taken Munroe, and there was no point in doing what local law