Mackenzie shut the door behind her and rushed forward. “Nora.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. This could be a total mistake, but she had to convince her sister to listen.

Nora sat at her desk and opened a drawer and searched it.

“Listen, remember last night. You’re not out of danger yet.”

“It seems surreal. I can’t believe it even happened. I’m so relieved Carson came home. If only he’d been here last night.”

Mackenzie searched for the right words.

Lord, help me! She glanced at the door. Would Carson come charging in at any moment? What did he have planned for them? Maybe he would continue with his ruse since he didn’t realize Mackenzie had figured him out.

Nora lifted a prescription bottle and opened the cap. “I just want to forget.”

That’s what she’d been searching for in the drawer? Mackenzie stepped closer. “What is that? What are you taking?”

“Just Valium.” Nora popped one of the pills, then returned the bottle to the drawer and locked it.

“This has gone on long enough. You know you’ve been scared for a long time. You told me everything last night, including about the missing—”

Nora’s glare stopped Mackenzie’s words.

“Nora, listen, I found the drone.” Sort of.

“You found it?” She walked around the desk to be closer to Mackenzie. “Where is it?”

She could let Nora come to her own conclusion. Mackenzie reached for a pen and pad on Nora’s desk and wrote down the information. “Here are the coordinates.”

“Like that means anything to me. Where is this?”

Mackenzie released a slow, even breath to slow her pounding heart. “Indianapolis.”

Nora frowned and stared at the paper. Mackenzie hoped she wouldn’t have to spell it out for her sister, but if she didn’t see what Mackenzie saw, then she was definitely in denial.

Nora looked at the door. Then she looked back at Mackenzie and held her gaze for a few long seconds.

“How do you know this?”

“My source.”

“Your hacker friend? I’m not sure he’s trustworthy.”

“He has no reason to lie. So we need to look for the drone at these coordinates—or better, just send the Feds in to get it.”

Her sister stumbled back against the desk, clearly shaken, then pushed away to stand taller. “I get it now. You’re saying you think Carson is involved somehow.”

What do you know about him? Where did he come from? How long have you been seeing him?

“I haven’t said anything. You know what I know.”

“Which is nothing. You don’t know that it’s there. You only have the word of a criminal.”