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She ended the call. Ronan knew before asking.

“What?”

Vance looked at him.

“They found Dylan’s phone.”

His stomach dropped.

“Where?”

“Saint Augustine’s Park.”

Elliot closed his eyes. Ronan stared at him. The park again. Mason. Lucas’s jacket. Now Dylan’s phone. Three names. One location. Something didn’t add up. No. That wasn’t true anymore. Too many things were adding up. They were simply adding up to the wrong fucking answer.

Chapter Seventeen — Where Were You?

RONAN

MONDAY · 6:19 P.M.

Ronan did not remember crossing the living room. One second Detective Vance stood near the door telling them Dylan’s phone had been recovered at Saint Augustine’s Park. The next, Ronan had his jacket in one hand and his keys in the other.

“Ronan.”

He ignored Elliot. Vance stepped toward him. “You are not going there.”

“Watch me.”

“You’ll interfere with an active scene.”

“I’m not going near the scene.”

“You don’t know where the scene is.”

“I know where the fucking park is.”

“Ronan.”

This time Elliot caught his arm. Ronan spun.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Ronan stared at him. Elliot’s face was pale beneath the warm kitchen light, all the earlier sharpness gone. No smug little smile. No irritation. Just that terrible controlled stillness he wore whenever something frightened him badly enough to make emotion dangerous.

“Dylan is missing.”

“I know.”

“His phone is where Mason died.”

“I know.”