“We have a he said, she said. Ethan Montclair insists he had nothing to do with his wife’s disappearance. He’s been convinced his wife disappeared on purpose, but now he’s worried someone hurt her. The wife’s friends are split on whether Montclair is responsible, but one, Ivy Brookes, who appears to be the closest to them both, just broke it all open. She claims Montclair killed the baby, was abusing his wife, that there are photographs on Mrs. Montclair’s phone to prove this, and she is convinced he’s done something to her. Brookes also handed over a bottle of generic Benadryl she claims was used to OD the baby. Which is odd to me, because Montclair also allegedly got his wife pregnant by switching out her birth control pills. It seems strange someone who wanted a baby so much would kill it.

“Brookes also pointed out that Montclair’s timeline could be completely off, that it’s possible he’s lying about when he saw his wife last. We’ll have to figure that in to everything.

“Montclair claims he’s being blackmailed by an online blogger who’s been hassling the family for months. He tried to pay the ransom but the blogger never showed. Happily, there are a number of loose threads—phone calls, texts, and emails—which means Jim will be able to sort through them all. Montclair’s phone is now tapped, as I understand it, so if there are any more demands from the blackmailer, we’ll know right away.

“The one fact we have, there has been no word from Sutton Montclair for at least forty-eight hours. Even though the note she left is compelling, the revelations of the past two days are too important to ignore. I believe someone has hurt Sutton Montclair. I’m not entirely convinced it was her husband.”

Moreno nodded to Jim. “You’ll change your tune when you see what Jim’s found.”

Jim crooked a finger. “Come here. Check this out.”

Holly obliged. The screen was filled with numbers. “I’m not the most tech savvy, you know that.”

“Then I’ll use small words and speak slowly.”

She smacked his arm and they all laughed. “Okay. Enough foreplay. Tell me.”

He clicked a button and the screen turned black, showing a dotted-white outline of the United States. There were multiple solid lines that looked like tracer fire shooting out of a small green dot in the middle of Tennessee.