“Did you find her?” Sheriff Huggins carried a floodlight and lit up the area around them. Deputy Benningfield wasn’t far behind him.

“She’s not here, but I think she’s in trouble,” Charlie said.

“What?”

“We found these glasses.” Frost handed the glasses over to the sheriff. “We think they’re Annika’s.”

“And there’s fresh blood.”

“I thought Annika was supposed to be in Savannah?”

“She wasn’t there, sir.” Charlie briefed the sheriff on what happened in the ransacked gallery, including their conclusion that someone might be after Annika and anyone associated with her.

“We think Miguel’s disappearance might have something to do with her too,” Frost added.

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut. He had to think. Had to stop looking at the blood on Frost’s knee. Whose was it? Lane’s? Annika’s? Why would they have been together? His eyes shot open. “Miguel didn’t kill Sydney.”

Sheriff Huggins’s forehead creased. “How you figure that?”

“It was Frost’s idea, actually. That video of Sydney leaving the gallery with what we believe is a painting. If Annika is connected to the drug smuggling, it’s safe to assume she’d want that painting back. What if the reason she was looking for Sydney was because of what she was carrying?”

“Bad enough to kill?”

Charlie nodded at the sheriff. “The gas station where Jolene left Sydney was about a mile away from where her body was recovered, which means Sydney began walking, but not in the direction of town—”

“In the direction of Miguel’s home.” Sheriff Huggins’s eyes rounded. “She knew where she was going.”

“Right. If Sydney was afraid of Miguel, chances are she wouldn’t go to his house.” The adrenaline in Charlie’s body surged. “The ME said the fractures in Sydney’s legs were most likely the result of being hit by a car.”

“Miguel doesn’t own a car,” Frost said.

Another thought occurred to Charlie. “The numbers Lane got from the car that ran her and Noah off the road. What do you want to bet they belong to Marco Solis’s car?”

“I’m not a betting man, Charlie.” Sheriff Huggins reached for his radio. “But I’ve heard enough to know we need to be looking for Annika.”

“Wasn’t Annika at the fund-raiser?” Frost asked.

Heat filled Charlie’s cheeks. “What’s the number for Lane’s sister?” Sheriff Huggins gave it to him and after several minutes on the phone with Meagan, Charlie had the information he needed. “I think I know where they are.”

“Where?” the sheriff asked.

“Benedict House.”

“The veterans’ home?”

“Yes,” Charlie answered. “Meagan said that Lane gave her a painting this morning that should’ve been in the auction, but Ian—Meagan’s husband—forgot to get it. Meagan dropped the painting off at the Benedict House this afternoon.”