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Sage looks at him.

“So does Sean.”

Everyone turns toward Sean.

He folds his arms.

“We’re discussing Frank.”

Sage continues.

“He bought me dinner. I left before he did, but he caught up to me about five miles outside town.”

“Did that frighten you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

My chest tightens.

“He told me I could ride in the back of the cab and keep the door locked. He passed food through the window between the seats.”

Holt looks up from the notebook.

“He let you lock him out of his own sleeping compartment?”

“Yes.”

“Smart.”

“He drove me almost six hundred miles.”

Sean’s expression darkens.

Sage notices.

“He didn’t hurt me.”

“He could have.”

“But he didn’t.”

“Did you tell Frank about Sally?” Kane asks.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“He asked who helped me after I left the foster home.”

“Did he know her?”

“Not that I could tell.”

Kane looks at Holt.

Holt closes the notebook.

“We need to speak to him.”