CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kate drove close behind Barnes, headed down yet another back road off of Highway 44, as the first light of morning came glowing in between the trees. The residence they were headed to technically had a Deton address but was closer to Deerfield. Out on the back roads, it all looked the same to Kate and it amazed her how Barnes and Foster could differentiate each road and property.
Foster was riding shotgun with Barnes, keeping Kate informed in real-time via text. The last message he had sent told her that they were four minutes away from the suspect’s home—a man named Todd Ramsey. He also informed her that they had one other unit on standby if things should get hairy. They were electing to keep the caravan to Ramsey’s house small so as to not alert any news crews hiding out
