Chapter 58

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Daniel had nothing. The license plate Powell had given them had returned a list of approximately two hundred box trucks in the state. They were trying to narrow it down now. Powell had also given them directions to the warehouse where she'd been originally taken.

Daniel had sent Lila and Dom and a dozen uniformeds to check it out. It was just like all the rest. Storage units for the damned drugs. But there had been blood there. DNA samples had already been taken. There had been torn duct tape in the back closet. Where Powell had said they had been kept. There had been long dark hair and blood found in that closet. On the wall.

Powell had described what the older man holding them hostage had done. How he had hit Heather.

The hair was either Powell's—or Heather's.

And he knew…

When they found Heather, this wouldn't be good. It just wouldn't. Her one shot to escape had been when Powell had.

And that just hadn't happened.

They had Powell back, but that wasn't any consolation to Heather's family.

The Colesons wanted answers. Answers Daniel just couldn't give them.

But he would never stop looking.