Free Brute Justice (Justice Series) by Kim Jewell Page B

you’ve been tracking his activity since you got back from Arizona ?” Hank’s head was still spinning from the information overload. “What are all the green dots on the map?”
    “It’s where we know he has been multiple times over the weeks, and for any length of time.” Clint answered from the passenger side of the SUV. “This area here we think is his home. He spends most of his nights here, except for this area here, which we figure may be a girlfriend’s house. This one here might be his place of work.”
    “Tell me again,” Sam said from behind the wheel, “why we don’t have exact addresses for these locations?”
    “The map on the computer doesn’t work directly with mailing addresses. But I’ve got GPS coordinates, so we should be able to narrow it down fairly closely based on what we’ve logged.”
    “And if that doesn’t work?” Dan asked.
    Clint smiled. “Then we have Superman look through the walls to find him.”
    “You can do that?” Hank’s mouth opened in shock.
    “Yes, sir,” Sam replied proudly. “And since I’m the only one who has seen him, I’m going to have to identify him myself. But the good news is we shouldn’t have to get too close. He’ll never have to see us watching him.”
    “Do you think he’s dangerous?” Hank asked, his voice raised slightly at the turn of this conversation. “Is he a threat to you kids?”
    Oh crap. Here we go. “We don’t know. He’s never made contact with us, so we don’t know how he would react to seeing us.”
    “But we do know he’s a danger to anyone who crosses him,” Sam added, retelling the story of the kidnappers to Hank. “So if he thinks we’re working against him, he’s more than likely not going to take it well.”
    Sam pulled into a neighborhood with a couple of housing developments and a large apartment complex – the first stop on their trip. “Now what?”
    “According to these GPS numbers,” Clint surveyed the neighborhood, “I think he lives in the apartment complex.”
    “Where do I start?”
    His eyes scanned the packed parking lot and the array of buildings holding six units each. Punching the coordinates into his laptop, he pointed Sam in the right direction. “Should be one of those three buildings along the back.”
    Maneuvering the vehicle into a space adjacent to the block they were focusing on, Sam put it in park. The car was silent, allowing Sam to focus on scanning the inside of each unit. After about two and a half minutes, he shook his head. “He’s not in there.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Yep.”
    “Okay… Is there a central bank of mailboxes in the front door?”
    “Um, yes! Hang on… Last names only… No Blevins. Do you think I should check the other buildings?”
    “I guess we’ve come this far, we probably should at least look. Can you scan the rest of the mailboxes at least?”
    “Sure.” After a few more minutes, Sam shook his head again. “Nope. No Blevins anywhere on the mailboxes.”
    “So, what now? Do you want to head to the place we think his office is?”
    Sam sat for a minute, thinking. Turning around, he looked at his dad. “Do you have a pad of paper in here? A pen?”
    “Sure – look in the console. Why?”
    “I’m at least going to jot down the last names of the people in these three buildings.”
    “Why?” Hank was still not up to speed.
    “Because I believe he’s spent a lot of time changing his image. He looks completely different from his old hospital photo from seventeen years ago. He’s had a nose job, probably Lasik to correct his vision – no more glasses – contacts at least.”
    “You think he’s changed his name?” Clint asked.
    “That’s what I’m figuring. We can always come back here again to see if we can see him. But for now, let’s cross reference these names with the office area.”
    “Great idea.” Clint agreed as Sam wrote down the eighteen names.
    That’s a lot of names…
    “It’s a start, at least,” Sam