“We do,” I concurred. However Rock wasn’t going to want to hear what I had to say.

“This hunting ground thing,” Rock said. “Lace and I think he must have gotten rid of it after Zee escaped.”

“Probably.”

“Which means he either stopped his little game, or—”

“He just started doing it somewhere else,” I finished for him.

“Right. That’s my bet.”

“Mine as well. Such a narcissist wouldn’t let the potential of being caught stop him. He’d continue his power-trip games. Just in a different place.”

“Has the report come in from the guys who searched St. Andrew’s? That’s my best bet for where it continued.”

“Mine too. That building is old and no doubt has crevices no one even knows about.”

“Definitely. And even if it doesn’t, Dad could have built a new playground.”

Rock shook his head. “Could he have? People are in and out of that church every day. I doubt he could have built anything. But it’s likely a place could already be there.”

“Maybe. When do you expect to hear from them?”

“Any time now.”

I cleared my throat. “Zee went to St. Andrew’s today.”

Rock’s eyebrows rose. “Why the hell would she do that?”

“I’m not quite clear on that one. Jim did her first communion, but then she said she used to talk to a pastor when she was a teen. Why go to St. Andrew’s when she knows what Father Jim did to her?”

Rock didn’t reply.

Fuck. Now or never. I pulled out my wallet and removed Lacey’s business card. I handed it to him.

Rock regarded it. “Lacey’s old card.”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Zee found it,” I said. “In the rose garden behind St. Andrew’s.”

Rock’s face went pale. “Could mean nothing.”

“I know that. In fact, no one even needs to know I found it.”

“I’ll ask Lace about it. Care if I keep this?”

“Speak of the devil…” I said.

Lacey turned the corner and came toward us. “Good, there you are,” she said to Rock. “I need your signature on a few things. Charlie couldn’t find you and Jarrod and Carla didn’t know where you went off to. I figured you’d be down here keeping an eye on the detective.”

“We need to go to my office,” Rock said. “Now.”

“Sure, what’s up?” Lacey asked.

“Not here,” Rock said. “Reid, you come too.”

I followed my brother and his wife through the twists of the hallway to his corner office—the one that had been my father’s.

“You ever have this place checked for wires? Cameras?” Rock asked me.

“This was Dad’s office, so no, I didn’t.”

“Fuck. We’re going downstairs, then. Outside.”