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“Yes, I did, but it was hard,” Reah relented. “Oh, and Yara, I found him. Reginald.” I closed my eyes. “I sent you an email a few days ago.”
Reginald Sinclair had to wait for now. I would deal with him once I found Ryden.
“I’ll open it as soon as we find Ryden.”
“Where’s he? What happened to him?”
“I think he’s in that cabin,” I whispered. “I hope he is there. If he is not, I don’t know what else to do.”
“Fuck. Let me try what I can do. I’ll call you back as soon as I find it.”
The line went dead.
Enzo looked at me, eyes wary.
“You think she can actually find it?”
“If that cabin still exists, Reah will find it.”
“What do we do now?”
“We dig into Trish’s life more, because this cabin might not be it anyway.”
Reah called back twenty minutes later.
“I found the cabin.”
I straightened, and Enzo perked up next to me.
“Where?”
“The property records are ancient, and the satellite maps haven’t been updated in years, but I’m sure this is it.” Papers shuffled on her end. “It’s an old private inholding surrounded by woods.”
Enzo frowned. “An inholding?”
“A privately owned piece of land surrounded by state land,” Reah explained. “The state bought everything around it decades ago, but this landowner refused to sell it. There’s only one access road in, and it’s almost abandoned.”
“A perfect place to hide.”
“Reah,” I said, already pulling up Trish’s contact. “Can you locate her if I give you her number?”
“If her phone is on, yes.”
I sent a message to her. The wait lasted less than three minutes.
“I’ve got her,” Reah said. “But she’s nowhere near the cabin. She is at Art and Apostles. She has been there for a while.”
“She knows we might be tracking her phone,” I said, grabbing my keys. “Keep tracking. The second she starts to move, call me.”
“You got it.”
I ended the call and looked at Enzo.
“Come on, let’s go find them and bring them home.”
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