The cop sighed, ignored Royce, and focused on Hannah. “I have some pictures I’d like you to look at.” The cop opened his folder. “Based on the description you gave me, I pulled the mug shots of some of our known local offenders.”

“All right.” Hannah found the handrail controls and raised the head of the bed until she was sitting upright.

He set a stack of photos in her hand. “See if any of these men look familiar.”

Hannah flipped through a few dozen photos and handed them back. “I don’t see either one of them here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I had a good view of the first man. I only had a quick glimpse of the second.”

“I guess that would have been too easy.” The cop frowned. “See if any of these girls look like the one you saw.” He handed her a different set of pictures.

Hannah looked at each one, sadness pinging in her chest as she flipped through school pictures and family snapshots of dark-haired teenage girls. “My God, they’re all so young. Are they all missing?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The officer clasped his hands behind his back and stood square.

Hannah shuffled the last picture to the back of the stack. “I’m sorry. She’s not here.”

“I started in southern Nevada, but I’ll expand my query to the surrounding states.” The cop stuffed his photos back into their envelope. “I’ll call you if I have more pictures for you to view.”

All those girls were from this region. How could so many innocents go missing? The sheer number was dizzying. Hannah clenched her hands in the sheet at her waist as if her grip on the fabric would hold her distress at bay. “Were you able to trace the GPS on my phone?”

“No, ma’am. We assume he removed the battery or destroyed the phone,” the cop said.

“Have you found anything else?” Hannah couldn’t get the girl’s desperate eyes out of her head. Help me.