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“Hello?” a man says.

“This is Sean Campbell. Who is this?”

“I found this phone in an alley.”

“Where?”

“Behind the Desert Trail Motel.”

“What town?”

“Juniper Wells.”

I look at Taylor.

He has already entered the location into his phone.

“Did you see a woman?” I ask.

“No, but there’s a bag back here and blood on the ground. Should I call the police?”

“They’re already coming. Don’t touch anything else. Set the phone down exactly where you found it and wait for them.”

“Is somebody hurt?”

“Yes.”

I disconnect.

“Forty-two miles,” Taylor says. “Northwest.”

“Arthur, get the equipment.”

He turns toward the door.

“I’m coming,” Sage says.

“No.”

“You need me.”

“You’ll be safest here.”

“They took my mother.”

“And the people who took her may still be searching for you.”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for more than a year alone.”

“You shouldn’t have needed to.”

“But I did.” Her voice rises. “I know what Greg looks like. I know the men from the warehouse. I know things you don’t.”

“I’m not taking you to a location where armed men might be waiting.”

“What if the person who took her is someone I recognize?”

“Then we’ll bring back photographs.”