“Can you get everyone out here, please?”

“I demand to know what’s going on.” He propped a hand on his hip.

“Two people have been abducted.”

Reilly’s eyes opened wide. “And you think they’re here?”

“We need to check.” Doubt crept around Stella’s gut as she showed him the search warrant.

“All right.” He rousted the patients. They gathered in the lobby while the police did a quick sweep of all the rooms. The basement was full of boxes and junk. No people.

“Are there any outbuildings?” Stella asked Reilly.

“No.” Reilly shook his head. “Everything is kept in the basement. Why did you think they were here?”

“Someone is abducting and killing drug addicts. We know about what happened to you in Atlanta.”

“You thought it was me?” Reilly reeled. He backed up to the wall. “I could never hurt anyone. Not after what I’ve been through. I came all the way up here to get away from those violent memories.”

Which Stella had just handed back to him. “I’m sorry.”

She paced the lobby, panic overriding her pity. If it wasn’t Reilly, then who?

Her gaze landed on a bulletin board. A notice on yellow paper read, “Free Group Session, Thursday night, 10 p.m., Our Lady of Sorrows.”

And suddenly she knew. All the pieces fell into place. “Where does Dr. Randolph live?”

“Why?” Horner asked.

“Because it’s him. Missy and Dena were his patients. He knew everything about them.” Stella walked to the bulletin board and put a fist on the yellow notice. “And if he offered free counseling to NA members after their meetings, he could have worked with Gianna as well.”

Horner’s gaze landed on the flyer. “But why?”

“It has to be connected to his brother.” Stella turned away from the bulletin board. Everything in her gut said she was right. But Randolph wasn’t holding Gianna and Mac prisoner at the center, so where were they? “Reilly, where is Randolph’s house?”

“Across the lake.” Reilly said. “The access road is just past the driveway for the center. You can’t miss it.”

“You two stay here and keep an eye on him, just in case.” Stella pointed to two officers. “Everyone else, let’s go.”

Racing for her car, she said a quick and silent prayer.

Please let them be alive.

Panic slammed inside Mac’s throat, a blind, feral animal seeking to escape. He moved his fingers, but his muscle control hadn’t returned quickly enough. He was immobilized. He yanked at the handcuffs that attached his wrists to the rails on either side of the gurney. His ankles were tied down with leather straps that looked like they’d come out of a horror movie set in a psychiatric hospital.

That wasn’t too far off.

“How are you feeling?”

Mac turned his head and shock numbed him for a few seconds.