Skye waived to the guard in the lobby, a pudgy guy who recognized her as one of the residents. The guard waved back, and they started for the elevators.

Trace’s deep voice stopped them. “Ask Callie to tell Molly I stopped by to see if she was okay, will you?”

“You bet,” Edge said. Trace was one of the good guys. He was worried about the young woman he’d helped rescue. If Harley Purcell decided to go after her, Trace might have good reason to be concerned.

They headed upstairs, and Callie opened the door to let them in.

“Molly’s gone,” she said first thing. “I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen. She’s terrified Harley will find her.”

“Trace told us,” Skye said.

“You know where she was headed?” Edge asked.

“She said it was better if I didn’t know. That way Harley couldn’t force me to tell.”

“Harley isn’t coming near you,” Skye promised.

“Not if we find him first,” Edge added. “To do that we need your help.” Their hope was that Purcell would be with Henson and they could round up the whole lot of them.

Callie sighed. “I’ve told you everything I know. What more can I do?”

“Maybe nothing,” Edge said. “On the other hand, if we go over everything again step-by-step, maybe you’ll remember some little detail, something that might turn out to be useful.”

Callie nodded. “Sure. Okay.”

“Why don’t I make us a pot of coffee?” Skye suggested. “Then we’ll talk.”

As the women worked together at the kitchen counter, Edge heard Skye telling Callie that Sarah’s body had been found, followed by Callie’s quick intake of breath.

“Those vicious bastards,” Callie said, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I can’t believe the DEA let them get away.”

“The investigation is only getting started,” Skye reminded her as the coffee brewed.

“We’d like to talk to someone in Sarah’s family,” Edge said. “Any idea what her name was before she married Rankin?”

“After we got back to Denver, I remembered Lila mentioning it. Her name was Sarah Simmons. Mostly the women used their husband’s names. It was what Daniel expected.”

“Speaking of Daniel,” Skye said, taking down some mugs. “Do you have any idea where he might have gone? What plans he might have made for an emergency exit?”

“Guy like him,” Edge added, “odds are he’d have an escape plan all worked out.”

“Special Agent Cross asked me that question. At the time, I couldn’t think of anything. I was pretty shook up. I tried to imagine where he might have taken Lila, but my mind just went blank.”

“And now?” Edge pressed, accepting the steaming mug Skye handed him.