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Taylor tries again.

No answer.

“They may have left the service station,” he says.

“Call Trent.”

He does.

Nothing.

“Holt.”

No response.

Arthur takes the next curve too fast.

The rear tires slide.

He corrects without slowing.

“How far?” I ask.

“Thirty-four miles.”

Too far.

The man crouches beside Sage’s backpack.

He flicks the lighter closed.

Then opens it again.

Playing.

He wants me angry.

It’s working.

“Fire suppression?” I ask.

Taylor shakes his head.

“The exterior system is offline with the north security feed.”

“Can you restore it?”

“Trying.”

The second man disappears into the house.

“What are they looking for?” Arthur asks.

“Anything that tells them where we took Sage.”

“They won’t find Red Canyon.”

“No.”