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“Greg must have lost it.”

“Or taken it,” Sean says.

I look at him.

“Why would he tell Navarro I had it?”

“To keep Navarro from looking at him.”

That makes sense.

Greg blamed everyone else for the things he did.

When I refused to sleep with him, he said I embarrassed him.

When I questioned why we were going to the warehouse, he accused me of not trusting him.

When I hit the man with the pipe, Greg shouted that I was ruining everything.

“He was scared of Navarro,” I say.

Sean nods.

“I saw his face at the mine when Navarro came into the tunnel. Greg was terrified.”

“Then the list disappeared before I escaped.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.”

“And Greg blamed me.”

“Yes.”

“Navarro has been looking for something I never had.”

Sean’s expression hardens.

“He’s been hunting you because Greg sold you to him. The list may have given him another reason, but it isn’t the only one.”

Because I injured him.

Because I escaped.

Because men like Navarro believe a woman who fights back has stolen something from them.

Power.

Pride.

Ownership.

“I want to meet the other men,” I say.

Sean blinks.

“Now?”

“They got hurt protecting my things.”