Jordan had been visible on the news at the conference. Anyone who had paid attention knew she had worked the Mummy case. Casey might not be truly missing and could have given her phone away, or it could have been stolen. There were so many variables when dealing with addicts.

“Please,” Casey said.

“Who is Max?” Jordan asked.

“Max.” She dragged out the word as if it pained her. “He is my teddy bear.”

Not solid proof but enough. “I’ll come get you.”

“Hurry. I can hear him moving around, and I only have thirty-two minutes left on my phone.”

“I’m sending you a Find a Friend request,” Jordan said. “Accept it.”

“Okay.”

Jordan sent the request. “Do you see it?”

“Yes. I accepted it.”

“Okay.”

“I have to hang up,” Casey said quickly. “He’s coming downstairs again.”

The line went dead.

Jordan clicked on her bedside light and winced against the brightness as she grabbed the jeans and shirt she had draped over a rocker in her room. Dressed, she shoved her feet into boots and dialed another number.

He answered on the first ring. “Spencer.”

“This is Jordan Poe. I received a call from a missing girl. Casey Andrews. She says she’s been kidnapped. I think her case is connected to the Jane Does.”

“The case you mentioned in your voicemail?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know it’s legit?”

“Missing persons told me about her case. I followed up this afternoon, and her mother gave me her phone number as well as the name of her childhood teddy bear. This person knew the toy’s name was Max.”

He cleared his throat. “And now she’s called you.”

She hurried across her room, attached the gun holster to her belt, and shoved her weapon inside. “I added her phone numbers to Find a Friend. I have a signal.”

“Send her location to me.”

She sent what she had to him. “She’s twenty-five minutes from my house.”

“Thirty-five from mine. That’s pretty far from the last two houses.”

“Maybe he’s changing it up after the news conference.”

“I’ll call the local deputies’ office. Do not engage alone.”

The order made her bristle. “I know how to handle myself.”

“Wait for me. I’m on my way.”

Jordan raced out of her house and to her car. She backed out of her driveway, narrowly missing Avery’s car, and drove down the darkened streets of her neighborhood. The scenery was familiar, but she was driving so fast now it was little more than a blur. Above, the crescent moon and stars were vivid, bright in a clear sky.

South of the city Jordan saw her exit coming, but she barely slowed. Her heart racing, she was already fearful this was a ruse, and she was going to find Casey Andrews dead.

Her phone rang, shrill and demanding, and when she saw Spencer’s name, she cursed the intrusion. “Detective Poe.”