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A pause follows.

“Gray pickup.”

“What plate?”

Another pause.

Then Ramirez disconnects.

Cruz lowers the radio.

“He has never ignored a direct order.”

“Until now,” Kane says.

Taylor types faster.

“I found the receiver.”

“Where?” Sean asks.

Taylor turns his screen.

A map appears.

One blinking dot sits less than three miles away.

“Dalton Freight yard,” I whisper.

The same place Ramirez claims he is searching.

“Patrick is there,” Hayley says.

“And Frank,” I add.

Sean looks at the phone on the table.

As if Patrick hears me, it rings.

Sean answers.

“Campbell.”

Patrick doesn’t ask to speak to me this time.

He says something that changes Sean’s expression.

“What proof do I have that he’s alive?”

A moment later, Frank’s voice comes through the phone.

“Don’t give him anything.”

A blow lands.

Frank groans.

I step toward the phone.