"His ass is MINE when we catch up with them," I said. "Any word on that, Mitch?"

He nodded. "I've been checking traffic cams, hoping to see them," he said. "I caught this a block from where they lost her scent." It was a blurry image, but enough to make out a naked Eve on the back of Mitch's motorcycle. "I didn't pick them up again for another twenty minutes, this time they were on a ramp to I-35E north." He showed that image, she was now dressed in sweats, her arms tight around his waist. "That was an hour ago. I've been checking cameras farther north, trying to see...