Wyatt hit the button to answer, putting the phone on speaker as he set it on the shooting station counter. Lauren moved closer, her body still humming with adrenaline and arousal, but that faded quickly when she saw the grimness in Wyatt's expression.

"Talk to me," Wyatt said.

"Found it." Nate's voice was tight, controlled in that way that meant he was pissed off. "And it's worse than we thought."

Lauren's stomach dropped. How could it be worse?

"I'll start with what Officer Clark hinted ...