ABBY HOPPED BEHIND the wheel as everyone piled into the car. Her mind churned with possibilities as to what Kelsey could have possibly meant by “doing a favor” for her. She prayed that they were jumping to conclusions, that Kelsey would not have the nerve to hurt Rollins or his wife.

Woody called the police, but as feared, they didn’t believe he had enough for a credible threat. They did, however, say that they would forward what he had told them to the CHP. The highway patrol was in charge of security for the governor.

“Did they say what time the train would be pulling into the station?” Luke asked when Woody hung up.

“They weren’t positive but thought it would be any minute.”

“I wonder how many people will be there to meet the train and how long the governor plans to be there,” Abby said, and she pressed hard on the accelerator, praying that they’d be able to do something if Kelsey was there.

“From what I read when I was on the train, he’ll give a short speech, rally support, that kind of thing, then continue on down the coast. His last stop is Santa Barbara.”

When she got close to the station, she saw that there were going to be a lot of people. Traffic was thick and slow, and cars were parked everywhere.

“We’re not going to be able to get close,” Abby lamented as they came to a stop.

“Turn right at the next street. I can get you close on the back side,” Mike said.

Abby did as he directed. They headed in the general direction of the station when things began to thicken up again.

“I’d park wherever you can find a spot,” Mike said. “It’s a short walk from here.”

Abby took his advice and parked the car.

They got out of the car and hurried toward the station.

“What’s the plan?” Luke asked.

“We should split up. We can cover more ground that way,” Woody said. “I’ll take the Padre with me and check out the front. Why don’t you and Abby take the back.”

“If you see her, grab a cop,” Abby said. “She’s armed, and Kelsey is a crack shot.”