The old warehouse was demolished. All of it. The remains of the building were spread out in front of her, under the night sky. The bricks and mortar lay in shattered pieces on the ground. The wooden beams and support posts had been torn down, leaving nothing but splinters and rubble in their wake. The once-solid structure now looked like a skeleton, stretched out on the ground in front of her.

Beside her, Ken let out a whistle. "Something tells me this isn't where he's going."

Nicky's hands shook. "Grace said it was here, but the internet probably hadn't updated yet. This demolition was recent." Nicky could tell by the way the track marks from the machinery were still embedded in the earth.

Nicky paused. Took a moment to breathe, collect herself. The air was cool, as if it had just rained. The crickets sang all around them, their high-pitched notes weaving in and out of each other, as if they were trying to create a melody. The road stretched out before them, a narrow, pitted path that disappeared into the darkness. They were way off the highway, and the only light came from the stars and the moon.

Okay, so this was the wrong spot. And they were running out of time. But Nicky couldnt let this defeat her.

The only way forward was up.

"We don't have time to waste." Nicky hurried back over to the car and hopped behind the wheel. Ken followed, buckling into the passenger side.

With that, Nicky floored it. Destination: the next location, Sunrise Homes, the old apartment building.

They screeched over the bridge and onto the interstate again, heading toward the first leg of their trip.

The GPS on the car's dash said they were twenty minutes away. Nicky white-knuckled the wheel. It couldn't be too late. Not after she'd gotten so close. She needed to save Meghan, and she needed to hurry. Every second she wasted was another foot in Meghan Salinger's grave.

Keep it together, Lyons, she told herself.

It's almost over.

She took the exit ramp for the interstate and turned onto the street.

Shadows stretched across the road ahead, but she couldn't see much, as the headlights didn't quite reach the end of the road. She bounced off a few potholes, and it felt like she was fleeing for her life.

Almost there. Almost there.

Minutes passed that felt like an eternity. She pulled up to the desolate parking lot of what used to be an apartment building on the outskirts of Frankstown. It was dark, but Grace had told her about the place, and she knew where it was. She only hoped it actually was the right spot.