Chase's POV

The search party leader held out what he was carrying, and it took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. A torn piece of cloth, dark green with a small silver mark stitched into the corner. I recognized it right away. It was a piece of the uniform Jake's men wore, the same mark I had seen on the man who attacked me outside his home weeks ago.

"Where did you find this," I asked.

"Caught on a fence post, about two miles past the old mill road," the man said. "There were ...