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Taylor leans over the map.

“Documented?”

Vega looks at him.

“Old mines rarely have only one way in.”

Arthur steps closer. “Ventilation shafts. Service tunnels.”

“Exactly.”

Will is standing beside Sage several feet away.

She hasn’t spoken since we left the motel office.

She saw Hayley on that surveillance video.

Saw Greg help drag her mother into a car.

The same man who pretended to love Sage.

The same man who sold my sixteen-year-old daughter for five thousand dollars.

I look back at the map before I start thinking about what I’m going to do when I get my hands on him.

Vega taps the screen of her phone.

“I have deputies moving toward the mine now. State police are coming from the north. I’ve also notified the FBI.”

“How long?” I ask.

“First units can be there in approximately thirty-five minutes.”

“Too long.”

“Campbell.”

“Hayley wrote the girls.”

Vega’s expression changes.

“I noticed.”

“She wrote girls.”

“We don’t know how many.”

“More than one is enough.”

Taylor points toward the mine.

“If they know Hayley found this place, they’ll move them.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Vega says.

Arthur looks at me.

“We leave now.”