it had weathered much. He held it out to the dog. “Annie, seek.” She sniffed, lowered her nose to the ground, then lifted it to check the air.
“She can track, too?” Heidi asked.
“Sure. It’s the same concept, and she’s a smart dog. You can hardly train a bloodhound to sit, but tracking is so natural for them, the only training needed is for the handler.” A slight exaggeration, but not much. He followed the dog cautiously while he spoke, scanning the area. His radio alerted him to backup closing in behind them and on both sides. The base had been shut down and security was tight. There was no way anyone would be able to get off or on the base for now.
But if whoever had been loitering around Heidi’s house lived on the base, Annie would find him.
Annie padded her way to the fence at the far side of the parking lot and sat, looking back over her shoulder at him.
Nick squatted next to the animal and eyed the heavy-duty chain-link fence. “It’s been cut.” He sighed in disgust at the large opening. “This was his way out. He came prepared. He knew exactly where he was going.”
“But where was he hiding? You checked my house.”
“I’m guessing he jumped the fence into your backyard when he heard me coming. Once Annie and I left, he simply hauled himself back over.”
“My backyard? Nice.” She grimaced. “But why would he wait so long to leave the base after setting off the explosion?” she asked. “He should have been long gone by now. Why would he be so stupid as to hang around and take a chance on being caught?”
He glanced at her and shook his head. He had his theories on that, but would keep them to himself for the moment.
“You said he knew his way around the base,” she said. “That he was familiar with it. I would agree with that. So, why go this way? Why not simply run back to his home?”
“I said he was familiar with it. Doesn’t mean he lives on it.”
“True.”
“Plus think about it...”
“What?” she asked.
“The dogs.”
She raised a brow. “Of course. The base is full of them. He figured a dog like Annie could track him. If he left through the fence and had a car waiting...”
“Exactly. There might be some security footage, but since he kept his face covered, that won’t help much.”
“He took his mask off right before he turned and spotted me,” Heidi said. “But even with the hoodie covering part of his features, I’d still be able to pick him out of a lineup. The guy you just chased? I don’t know.” She sighed. “Think your forensic people could find some prints or something?”
“On what?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. The fence maybe?”
“He had on gloves, I think.” He tucked the piece of cloth into an evidence bag. “They’ll try, but I’m not holding my breath.” He stood.
His frown deepened and he remembered whom he was talking to. “This better not show up on the front page tomorrow.”
Heidi stiffened and her lips turned down. “It’s a story, Nick.”
“And we don’t have the facts yet so don’t go printing that we chased the bomber. We don’t know who we chased.”
“I never said he was the bomber. But I do know we chased a guy with a gun.”
“Heidi...” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Backup arrived then, cutting him off, but he held her gaze for a moment longer before turning his attention to the OSI investigators clamoring for answers.
* * *
Standing back from the fence so she didn’t trample any evidence, but close enough to watch the action, Heidi drew in a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She was glad Nick’s attention was off her for the moment, but it did little to calm her.
She’d nearly been killed in an explosion, and someone had been lurking at her house and then held her at gunpoint—all in one night.
She ran a hand over her ponytail, hoping she’d hidden how shaken she’d been, how frightened. Pushing the residual fear aside, she pulled her voice-activated recorder from her pocket and hit Play. Holding the device to her ear, she heard herself call out to Bobby, then the explosion, the aftermath, Bobby begging her to hold his hand, her reassurances.
A tear slipped down her cheek and she sent up a silent prayer for the young man. She’d make her notes, then turn the recording over to OSI.
“Heidi?”
She stiffened at the sound of John Robinson’s voice. Great. Of course he would show up. And of course, even in the midst of all of the chaos surrounding her, he would hone in on her like Annie on a bomb. No offense to Annie. She grimaced, then smoothed her features before turning to face her nemesis. John, the lead reporter for the Red Rose Killer case—and the bane of her existence at the moment—hurried toward her. She couldn’t seem to escape the man.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “You’re supposed to be covering the break-ins and medal thefts.”
“I am, John. I was on my way home when...things happened. What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you.” He pulled out a pad and paper. “What did happen?”
Oh, no. No way was she letting him steal this story from her. “John, you’re covering the Red Rose Killer, not everything else.”
“I’m covering anything that could be related to him. I heard a couple of MPs speculating that Sullivan was back on base and causing trouble. So, see? This is my story. So...give me details.”
“I’m still sorting it all out.” She shoved a stray hair from her face. “I’m heading home. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.”
“Heidi—”
She waved and started walking away from him.
“What’s the rush?” he called. “You got to go get your blog post ready?”
Heidi froze, did a one-eighty and marched back to the man who’d been a thorn in her side from the day he stepped onto the base and into the newspaper office. She stopped in front of him, ignoring the stares from those who’d heard his comment. “Once and for all, John Robinson, I am not the anonymous blogger. So stop spreading that lie before I sue you for slander.”
A hand curled around her right fist. A fist she didn’t even remember making. Looking sideways, she found Nick beside her.
“He’s not worth it,” he said softly.
Drawing in a deep breath, she made a conscious effort to push down her anger. Nick was right. If she punched John, her career would be over. And she’d
