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It’s an operation.
Greg crouches in front of me.
He’s younger than I expected. Late twenties. Brown hair. Expensive boots. A face that might look trustworthy to a lonely sixteen-year-old girl.
Hatred burns through me.
“You’re Hayley Brooks.”
I stare at him without answering.
“Or should I call you Hayley Wyman?”
My fear sharpens.
“How do you know that name?”
“We know everything you put in your investigation.”
“You said you didn’t get my computer.”
“We knew you were looking before you reached Nevada.”
Daniel.
My investigator.
A cold weight settles in my stomach.
“Where is he?”
Greg smiles.
“You paid him to find your daughter. We paid him to tell us when you got close.”
No.
Daniel sent me the files.
He found Mae.
He found Sage’s missing-person report.
He led me straight to Greg.
“You’re lying.”
“Price has been feeding you information for six months. Just enough truth to keep you following the path we wanted.”
“Why?”
“Because we lost Sage.”
“You never had her.”
“We bought her.”
Fury burns away the last of my fear.
