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One truck is leaving.

Five remain.

“Navarro is moving the girls,” Sage says.

“We don’t know that he’s there,” I tell her.

“Yes, we do.”

“How?”

She points toward a dark vehicle parked beside the warehouse office.

A black SUV.

The same one Navarro drove into the mine.

The same one he stood beside when he told me he paid Greg for my daughter.

Rage settles cold inside me.

Hayley sees it.

“Sean.”

“I’m all right.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“I will be.”

Kane joins us.

“Local authorities are ninety minutes from that location.”

“Federal response?”

“Longer.”

“How far are we?”

“By helicopter, less than forty minutes.”

Sage grips my arm.

“We can’t let them move those girls.”

“We won’t.”

“You’re not leaving me behind.”

“This is different.”

“How?”

“Navarro has armed men and six hostages.”