Annabelle made the call. When Abby answered it was clear that she had been crying. She didn’t want to talk to Annabelle until she mentioned the man Abby knew as Ben.

“He’s my father.” Annabelle quickly told her the same story she’d told Tyree.

“He told me his daughter and his wife were dead,” Abby said coldly.

“My mother is dead. Has been for decades. He told you I was dead because that’s how he protects me.”

“Government spy type? I knew there was something about him. Just different, you know?”

“Yep, that’s my dad. Different. Do you have any idea where he might be?”

“He was at the hospital yesterday. Along with my son, Danny. Now they’ve both disappeared. I’m worried sick for a lot of reasons.”

“Sheriff Tyree told me about what’s been happening around here. I guess you have good reason to worry. Can I come out to see you?”

“Why?”

“Right now you’re the closest lead I have to my dad.”

“I told you I don’t know where he is. Or my son either.”

“But you might remember something if we keep talking about it. Please, it’s my only shot.”

“All right.” Abby told her how to get to the place and a little while later Annabelle was seated across from Abby in her living room. Caleb had parked the van well back and had stayed there with Reuben. Annabelle tried various lines of questioning and Abby answered each of them, but nothing she learned helped her.

“Had you two become friends?”

Choosing her words carefully, Abby said, “He’s a good listener. Not judgmental. I find that a rare combination. I hope he’s all right.” A tear slid down her cheek. “He had a way about him too. Just made you feel good about yourself.”

“Do you think he and your son might have left the hospital together?”

“I don’t know. Danny was pretty beat up. If it wasn’t for Ben.” She stopped and looked at Annabelle. “What’s his real name?”

Annabelle hesitated, but Abby appeared to be genuinely concerned about Stone. “Oliver.”

“If it hadn’t been for Oliver I wouldn’t have my son at all, so whatever I can do to help you I will.”

“If you think of anything that might be helpful you can reach me at this number.” She handed Abby a card, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and left.

Back in the van, she sat lost in thought in the passenger seat.

“What do we do now, Annabelle?” asked Caleb, while Reuben stared at her curiously.

“You okay?” he asked.

She started and looked at him. “What? Yeah, I’m good.”

“Boy, Abby Riker has some big bucks,” said Reuben as he glanced back at the enormous house.

“Yeah, only thing it cost her was her husband.”

“What do we do now, Annabelle?” Caleb asked again.