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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. Chapter Thirty-seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-nine
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“I don’t think they left, but the cops up in Kerr jerked my chain one time too many. They didn’t give a rat’s ass about what happened. They saw the picture of their Escalade crossing the border, wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. Jerks. I eventually had to put the case aside, though any time a John or Jane Doe was discovered in Texas or Mexico I had a look-see, to determine whether they were one of the Albright family. I saw the news report last night, read more this morning—it was your people who confirmed the bones uncovered were the Albrights, correct?”

“They were verified through DNA evidence. Glen, Denise, Tori, and Becky, but Ricky hasn’t been found yet. We would greatly appreciate if you could share with us what you learned.”

“Happy to, as long as you’re not going to drop the ball.”

“No, ma’am,” Lucy said. “This case is a priority for our office.”

“Hmm.”

Did she not believe it? Lucy was more curious now about what happened to turn Miranda King against the FBI. But she didn’t ask, and Miranda continued.

“First, Rico—my son—found the Escalade registered to Denise Albright in a chop shop in Matamoros. Already dismantled. He bribed the owner to let him confirm the VIN number. We gave that information to the police.”

“They could have sold the car or traded it,” Lucy said. “To avoid being detected.”

Miranda nodded. “Could have, didn’t. With some prompting, the owner admitted to Rico that he found the vehicle by the side of the road. Had some luggage in it, but the suitcases were mostly empty. He gave those to his sister to sell, which Rico confirmed. Though she didn’t have much of anything left—we tracked the car two weeks after their disappearance, which is when we were first hired—he believed her when she gave him a list of the items. A few shirts and toiletries, but no money, no supplies, no food, no water. A brand-new tent that couldn’t have fit five people. If I were going to disappear into Mexico for any length of time, you can be damn sure I’d have a car packed with necessary supplies to trade, sell, or use. And plenty of water.”

“There were indications that they left their house quickly.”