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“What city?”
“No city. Delivery to a ranch outside Angel Fire.”
Sage leans closer.
“Who owns it?”
Taylor searches the address.
The screen fills with a property record.
The owner is listed as Maria Reyes.
Marisol.
“She’s alive,” Sage whispers.
“Maybe,” Sean says.
The property was purchased eight months ago.
Cash.
No mortgage.
No other names attached.
A ranch in the mountains.
Far from Tennessee.
Far from the warehouse.
Far from Navarro.
Until now.
“Call local law enforcement,” Sean orders.
Taylor reaches for the secure line.
“No,” Sage says.
Everyone turns.
“If Daniel knows about Frank, someone may be watching for police.”
Sean studies her.
“She’s right,” Kane says from the doorway.
“We can’t go ourselves,” Sean replies. “Navarro already knows all seven of us.”
Kane looks toward the photograph of Marisol.
“He doesn’t know Hayley.”
Sean’s entire body changes.
