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“Did Patrick believe him?”

“No.”

“What happened next?”

“Frank led him away from the barn. I waited until I couldn’t hear them anymore, then I ran to the house and called the sheriff.”

“And Patrick came back.”

“With another man.”

The dead gunman.

Patrick must have realized Frank sent Marisol back to the ranch.

“What did Frank tell you about the ledger?” Kane asks.

“Only that it was safe.”

“For nine months?”

She nods.

“Why didn’t he retrieve it?”

“He tried.”

Sage goes still.

“When?”

“Six months later.”

I look at my daughter.

“Where were you?”

“Georgia, maybe. I moved a lot. I don’t remember all the towns I went through.”

Marisol closes her eyes.

“Frank lost your trail. Sally had a way to contact one of the people helping you, but the messages stopped.”

“Who?” Sage asks.

“I don’t know.”

“The woman in Oklahoma?”

“Maybe.”

The woman died eight months ago.

Too many people connected to Sage have disappeared, moved, or died.

That isn’t coincidence.

“Kane,” I say.