“I do!” Mrs. Romero’s voice was trembling. “I’m looking now. Don’t you have it?”

Mercy winced. “No, I took it off because I’m too paranoid. But can you see if Farrah still has it?”

Mrs. Romero exhaled on a soft cry. “She’s here. I can see her phone. It’s blinking. She’s somewhere called . . . Dunsmuir?”

“That’s up near Mt. Shasta,” Rafe said, excitedly, then sighed. “That’s a lot of area to search. Mrs. Romero, can you make a screenshot? Maybe zoom out so that we can get a better—”

Mrs. Romero gasped, interrupting him. “Oh no. It’s gone. The blinking dot is gone. I started to take a screenshot for you, but the dot is gone!”

“It’s okay, Mama.” Mercy was trying to soothe, but her voice was thin and thready. “He’s probably just turned her phone off. But we know about where he is. I’m leaving right now.”

“No, ma’am.” Rafe put his hand on Mercy’s thigh when she started to stand up. “We need a plan. I’m not letting Mercy trade herself, and she will have backup.”

“What can I do?” Mrs. Romero whispered.

“Stay where you are,” Rafe said, “and answer if you get a call from Farrah’s phone. Let André’s family know that he’s alive and ask them if they can track his phone as well. But do not go to the press. I don’t know who we’ll notify here, and I don’t know if you should notify your area police or not, but I don’t think they can do anything that we can’t do here. The more people who know, the more likely it is to leak out. We don’t want that.”

Mercy was glaring at him, but when she spoke to Farrah’s mother, her voice was soft and kind. “Keep watching that app, Mama Ro. If the blinking dot comes back, call me immediately. Text me if I don’t answer. Cell coverage up there can be spotty. And do not lose hope. Farrah is smart and so are André and Damien.”

“And pray,” Irina added. “As will we.”

“That I can do,” Mrs. Romero said. “We love you, Mercy. This is not your doing, child. I want you to listen to that man you got there. Do not give yourself up to the man who killed our Quill. She will haunt you, baby. Hand to God, she will haunt you.”

Mercy’s laugh was shaky. “Yes, ma’am.”

They ended the call with Mrs. Romero, and Mercy let her head fall back against the closet door. “What do we do, Rafe?”

Rafe kissed the side of her head. “We get Gideon and then we all get in the car and drive to Dunsmuir. I already asked him to track Farrah’s, André’s, and Damien’s phones. He’s probably contacting the cell phone carriers as we speak. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Mom, Dad. We’ll call you back. Check with Jemma to see if she and Damien have anything similar to the Romeros’ tracking app. Love you both.”