Page 66 of Hot For You

“Just tell us what you found,” Reese said, sounding as impatient as Cody.

“Got his IP address.” Arnie handed Reese a piece of paper with a number on it. The name Nathan Morris and a Prescott address to a nearby apartment complex were on the paper.

“You got all this from that program?” Reese asked.

Arnie shook his head. “Had to do a little digging of my own and make some calls too, but I’m ninety percent sure this is your man.”

“Ninety is good enough for me.” Cody started toward the door.

“Good job, Arnie,” Reese said over his shoulder as he followed Cody. “Now check out that other ten percent.”

Arnie saluted. “You’ve got it, Detective.”

Cody looked at Reese who was grimacing as they headed out the door. “Sure you’re okay to go anywhere with the injury to your hand?” Cody asked.

“Think I’m going to let you go after this guy without me?” Reese scowled. “No way in hell.” He took out his cell phone and called for backup, giving the suspect’s name, the description the barista had given Cody, and the physical address.

Fortunately it was a relatively close apartment complex, so it took little time to reach it. Cody wanted to go straight to the apartment and beat down the door, but Reese held him back until backup had arrived, which included John.

When everything was ready, Reese, Cody, and the officers went to the apartment. Reese banged on the door. “Police. Open up.”

No answer. Reese banged on the door and called out again. Still no answer. He nodded to a pair of officers holding a battering ram. It took two attempts to break in the door. Wood splintered and the door swung open, now partially unhinged.

Reese and the officers cleared the small apartment. When they’d confirmed no one was there, Cody joined Reese in looking through the area.

“Sonofabitch.” Cody looked at a bank of monitors. One screen had Leigh’s house in view and another was on the hotel that Cody and Carilyn were staying in. He recognized the homes of Firebug’s other fire victims on screens as well.

“Look at this, Cody.” Reese’s jaw was set in a firm line as Cody looked at him.

He moved to Reese’s side and saw what he was looking at. “Holy shit,” Cody said, his gut clenching. It was a scrapbook filled with pictures of the arsonist’s victims, their homes or places of businesses on fire, surveillance photos, and newspaper articles. There were multiple surveillance pictures of Carilyn, her burning car, as well as the photo of Carilyn, Leigh, and their friend that had been taken from Leigh’s house.

“We found these.” John McBride brought in three duffel bags from the bedroom and showed Reese and Cody the contents. One had several boxes with Barbies in it, another contained glass wool tubes, and a third looked like it had enough C-4 to blow up half of Prescott.

They continued to search the place for clues as to where Firebug might have taken Carilyn, but they found nothing.

Cody looked at Reese. “If her cell phone’s on, we could track her.”

Reese blew out his breath. “With a warrant.”

Cody clenched his hands into fists. “We don’t have time for that.” His mind raced. How could he track her? Then it occurred to him. Carilyn’s ex-boyfriend had tracked her using the Find My iPhone app. He just needed to locate him. What was his name? Sam…Sam… “Sam Anthony,” Cody said out loud.

“Who?” Reese said with a questioning look.

“I think I know how we can do it,” Cody said in a rush. He explained how Carilyn’s ex-boyfriend had tracked her down. “I hope to God he’s still in town. He said he was staying at the Best Western.”

Cody pulled his phone out of its holster and called information. He didn’t have time to look it up on the Internet on his phone. He was connected to the hotel right away and he asked for Sam’s room.

A man answered on the second ring. “Sam Anthony?” Cody asked.

“Yeah.” Sam sounded wary. “Who’s this?”

“Cody McBride.” His heart was beating faster. “I don’t have time to explain but I’ve got to find Carilyn and I’d like to track her with the app that you found her with. It’s an emergency.”

“Why?” Sam’s voice was instantly filled with concern. “What’s going on? What happened to her?”

Cody started walking toward the door and gave a nod for Reese to follow him. “She’s missing.”

“Missing?” Sam repeated. “Explain.”

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