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— Missing?

— We haven’t been able to find her anywhere since this morning, he adds with a sigh.

— She probably just… I don’t know, found a way out of her enclosure?

All four men look at me like I just suggested she flew off on a broomstick.

— We’ve checked every inch of the property, the foreman explains. The fences are intact. It’s like she just?—

— Vanished underground, Alistair finishes.

His gaze meets mine, and I can tell his mind is somewhere else.

— The passage, he murmurs.

— What passage? I ask, confused.

But he isn’t listening anymore. He turns to his employees.

— Get back to your stations. I’ll handle Rosita.

Alistair strides toward me, then guides me firmly out of the room.

— No time to waste.

Once we’re in the hallway, he pulls me toward the back of the distillery. His touch sends a wave of heat down my arm—one I pointedly ignore.

— Did Callum tell you about the passage? he asks.

— What passage? Callum didn’t tell me anything. I just got here to show you what I found in the municipal archives.

He stops short.

— Wait. You don’t know about the secret passage?

— What secret passage? I repeat, despite myself intrigued.

Alistair runs a hand through his already messy hair, making it worse. That gesture should not be as attractive as it is.

— Callum came by yesterday. Hamish had escaped again, and we found him in the fermentation building. He got in through an old underground conduit that seems to connect our properties.

— A secret passage between the McKenzie and McGregor estates? That’s… that’s exactly what I was trying to confirm!

I pull the document from my bag and wave it excitedly.

— Look! It’s a layout plan from 1830, for a project to merge the properties into a single estate. It specifically mentions a covered passage allowing grain to be transported between the farm buildings and the distillery—even in bad weather.

Alistair studies the document.

— So it wasn’t just a ventilation shaft… it was a proper utility passage they intended to build.

He pauses, thinking.

— And if Hamish used it to get in yesterday…

— Then Rosita used it to get out today. She’s probably?—

— At the McGregors’, he finishes. With Hamish.