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“He was supposed to be helping you.”
“I paid him. That bastard knew where she was years ago.”
“You didn't know what he was doing.”
Her eyes fill.
“I led him to her.”
“No.”
“I did.”
“You hired an investigator to find your missing daughter.”
“And he was watching her.”
“We don't know why yet.”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
She looks at me.
“Because until we know what Price was doing and who he was doing it for, we don't know how deep this goes.”
Hayley wraps her arms around herself.
“Navarro?”
“Maybe.”
“Greg?”
“Maybe.”
“Someone else?”
“Yes.”
Fear moves across her face.
I hate it.
But I'm not going to lie to her.
Not after everything other people have hidden from both of us.
“We'll find out.”
“How?”
“That's what we do.”
Her gaze holds mine.
For a moment, neither of us speaks.
