Refocusing on the file, Nicky took aim at the missing persons cases. All girls like Rosie, all gone without a trace.

The first was a girl who'd been abducted by her mother's drug dealer. They hadn't had contact with each other since the girl was young, and the mother didn't even know if her daughter was still alive.

The second girl went missing after a car crash. Her parents thought she was dead.

The third was a woman who was in a coma after surgery. A mix-up happened, and she was given somebody else's medication. Chances were that these cases were as unrelated to Meghan Salinger as Sarah Mills's case.

She flipped through the file, studying each photo closely. In each one, the missing girl looked happy and carefree.

It was such a contrast to Rosie's face as she was taken away.

Something nagged at Nicky. She flipped back to the first page of the file and skimmed it quickly.

It was strange--the more she read, the further away she got from Rosie. She tried to force herself to come back and study Rosie's photo again, to think about what might have happened to her.

But there was something about the case--something familiar...

A name jumped out at her.

Ella White.

And right next to the name on the file was the word SOLVED.

"What the hell?" Nicky said. "This one actually was solved."

"Really?" Ken asked. "Actually solved? Or 'solved' by the Frankstown police's standards?"

Nicky flipped Ella's file open. She was another redhead, like Meghan and Sarah. Nicky eagerly read through the words on the file until she reached the conclusion.

Her heart fell to the floor.

"She was found dead," Nicky whispered.

"What? Where?"

Nicky read each word on the file carefully. Ella had been missing for six months before she was found dead. And she was discovered in an abandoned warehouse of a now-defunct company called Home Furniture.

Nicky paused. Home Furniture. Why did that feel so... familiar?

She thought back to yesterday, in the prison. Bernard Brown and his empty, soulless eyes. The words he'd said to Nicky. "All roads lead to home."

"Shit," Nicky said aloud. If Brown somehow knew something, then this could be the clue they'd needed. "She was found in an old warehouse," Nicky said. "But Ken, it's called Home Furniture. You remember what Brown said at the prison."

His dark brow furrowed, blue eyes hidden beneath long, inky eyelashes. "Yeah, a bunch of psychotic shit."

"All roads lead to home," Nicky told him.

Ken leaned back in the chair. "You think Brown knew about the warehouse?"

"Maybe," Nicky said. She looked back down at the file. "According to this, no one else was discovered at the warehouse, but we've got a lot of missing girls on our hands here, all from the same area."

"And from the same time period," Ken added.