Slipping from the top of the cab into the truck bed, she jumped to the ground, hardly noticing the sting as her boots hit the pavement. She could barely keep herself from running the few blocks to where John’s car was parked.

Not wanting to stop long enough to text, she called Cara once she was in the car.

“They have John.” The words spilled out as soon as her sister answered.

Cara sucked in an audible breath, but when she spoke, her voice was calm. “I’ll grab Norah. Are you picking us up?”

“I’ll be there in three minutes.” Cara’s matter-of-fact steadiness settled Molly’s nerves, and anger at Sonny started to build. It was an effort to keep from gunning the engine as she raced toward their house. She couldn’t be delayed, not now.

As she pulled up to the curb, Cara and Norah were waiting. As soon as they’d piled into the car, Molly swung around and took off the way she’d come. “You ready for a rescue mission?” she asked her sisters grimly.

“Not really,” Norah admitted, surprising a choke of laughter out of Molly. “It doesn’t matter, though. Let’s go get John back.”

* * *

The drive to the Denver address felt endless, and it was almost physically painful to keep her speed down. Her sisters helped, offering up plans and reassurances that Molly didn’t really believe but was touched by anyway. Her fingers clutched tightly on the steering wheel as she tried not to imagine what horrible things could be happening to John. It didn’t help that his car smelled like him, reminding her of every sweet thing he’d said or done. She forced her brain to concentrate on the interstate mile markers, counting down until—to her enormous relief—they finally reached the right exit.

“Turn right at this light,” Cara said in her quiet way, although Molly could see how tightly her sister was gripping her phone. After just a few miles, Cara pointed through the windshield. “It’s just a half mile down this road.”

Molly cut the car’s lights and eased a few blocks closer to the address, parking along a line of old, mostly vacant-looking buildings. Shutting off the engine, she turned to look at her sisters. “Ready?”

Even in the pale light from a streetlamp half a block away, she could see that Norah was terrified. Although Cara’s expression was tense and strained, she looked a little better. Both of them gave firm, resolute nods, and Molly had to blink back sudden tears as a rush of affection for her sisters hit her hard.

“Thank you for this. I love both of you.”

“Love you too, Moo,” Cara said. “Now let’s do this before I throw up from nerves.”

They got out, and Norah slipped into the driver’s seat, ready to be the getaway driver if necessary. Molly and Cara hurried toward the address that Sonny had noted in his phone. Except for the distant sound of traffic, the neighborhood was silent, but it didn’t feel like the same empty quiet that Molly had felt at the Langston warehouse. This was tense and watchful, as if someone in the darkness was waiting for the right time to strike.