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Chapters (61)
  1. Title page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author

Jude shot me a look that I clearly interpreted to mean For the love of all things good and holy, do not go down to the station.

I tamped down my instincts and shot Jude a look that I hoped communicated something along the lines of Find Ness or Bales. I wanted to be out there, searching for Bella, but I also knew, deep in the pit of my stomach, that I couldn’t leave Gabriel with Sheriff Rawlins.

Gabriel’s stepfather didn’t get to control me. He didn’t get to haul Gabriel off alone. Pushing down the roar of the forest, I responded the way I thought Cady would have, if someone had tried to strong-arm her.

I held out my wrists and met the sheriff’s gaze head-on. “Do you want to cuff me, too?”

Chapter 40

When we arrived at the station, they separated us. I’d expected that. I hadn’t expected the room they put me in to be so small. The longer I sat there, waiting for the sheriff, the closer the walls on all sides seemed.

I can do this. I’d come with Gabriel because there was strength in numbers. Confined space. Stale air. Awareness of the lack of windows pulsated through me. I set my jaw and stared straight ahead. Free and Jude wouldn’t leave me—or Gabriel—here for long.

The door to the interrogation room opened. I tracked the sound of footsteps coming toward the table. The sheriff sat down across from me.

Confined space. Stale air. Predator. I thought of my encounter with the mountain lion the day before. If I could handle that, I could handle this.

“I’ll be straight with you, Kira.” The sheriff paused, waiting for a response—not a verbal one, but a shift in my position, a blink of my eyes. “We know that the person who took Bella has a high degree of familiarity with Sierra Glades National Park, particularly, though not exclusively, the mountains. Your foster mother and Mackinnon Wade were tracking Bella and her kidnapper when the trail brought them to that clearing—and those bodies. At a minimum, Bella and her kidnapper stopped there. The FBI’s profilers believe it’s more than that—they believe the person who took Bella is also the person responsible for the grave site. That person is almost certainly local, and yesterday’s discovery suggests that he or she may have been using the park as their own personal hunting grounds for four to five years.” The sheriff tilted his head to the right, his eyes sharp. “What has Gabriel told you about his brother?”

I hadn’t seen that question coming. I tried not to let that matter. “I know that Gabriel’s brother went missing four years ago.”