What the hell was taking so long? They needed that search warrant. If Emmett had left behind a computer or even some receipts or notes, maybe they’d be able to figure out where he was staying.

He tried to call Lewis but got sent straight to voicemail. Although he was instructed to leave a message, he didn’t.

“To hell with it. Some things have to be done regardless of the consequences,” he mumbled as he put Emmett’s address into his GPS.

Anchorage—Tuesday, 2:30 p.m. AKDT

“What can we do to get him to delay moving so that when someone comes looking for you they might actually have a chance of finding us?” Evelyn asked Edna. She wasn’t necessarily expecting Edna to come up with the solution they needed. But she was trying to draw the older woman out, get her to think about surviving and then start planning on surviving, so she’d be more motivated to fight for her life.

As it was, Edna lacked any determination, seemed so damn fatalistic, as if she wanted to crawl into the corner and die, since she no longer had her husband, anyway. She’d been struggling to go on without him even before this happened, and that only made the situation more difficult for Evelyn. It was hard enough to keep her own spirits up and now she had to constantly encourage a stranger.

“We can’t do anything,” Edna replied. “No one’s coming. I didn’t tell anyone I was stopping here. This is probably the last place they’ll look.”

Evelyn rubbed her belly. Delivering the baby could potentially delay the move Lyman had in mind. At least, she hoped Bishop would be humane enough to wait for her to have the baby if she were to go into labor prematurely. But there were no guarantees. Because of that and the other risks, which were far worse, she couldn’t bring herself to even hope for the baby to come early. “Even if we can’t get him to stay any longer, maybe we could get him to tell us a little about where we will be going so we could somehow leave that information behind.”

Edna gestured at the four walls. “How? Written in our own blood?” she asked, her voice shrill. She was clearly teetering on the edge of insanity.

Evelyn thought of what she’d done to get Emmett to believe she was having the baby so he’d come into the freezer. A couple of her fingers still hadn’t finished healing. But she said nothing about that. She didn’t want to remind Edna that she’d stabbed Emmett, knew that was part of the reason Edna was falling apart.

It was almost as though Edna regarded her as just another strange character—like all those encountered by Alice in Wonderland after she slid down the rabbit hole.

“If necessary, yes,” Evelyn responded. “Or maybe we could escape during the drive. There’re two of us now. It’ll be harder for him to subdue us both.” If Bishop planned to take Edna with them. He probably didn’t, but she saw no need to mention that.