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Dr. Eastman had property somewhere in the Finley Creek area.
She seriously doubted he did his dirty work too far from home. Most criminals stuck to territory they knew well. He had been watching her, watching her sisters, watching her brothers, her nieces, and nephews—he was most likely based near Finley Creek.
There were just more of her siblings and their children around Finley Creek for him to choose from there.
Zoey moved quickly to the nearest window. To orient herself, more than anything.
She saw something in the distance. Large, limestone, looming. Dark and sinister. Something she had seen before.
She cursed.
Zoey knew exactly where she was.
It made sense now.
She was in the old Coleson hospital, she thought. Or…no…the other building. The L-shaped one. Murdoch had said it had once been a rehab facility.
That made sense. A macabre laboratory in a basement. Owned by a madman. Who trafficked in Denise Daviess’s babies.
Of course, it would be in Coleson Hollow. Everything seemed to circle around Coleson Hollow.
And had probably started with Denise’s sonCole.Cole. Son.
Cole Gregory Daviess.
It had been in front of them the entire time.
Murdoch had been right. Zoey was a Coleson, in some way or another.
At least, genetically.
Dr. GregoryDaviessEastman. Things were definitely starting to add up. In a very sour kind of way.
She was going to search this floor, every room, one by one.
Zoey pushed open the first door. And stepped inside.
Into a child’s bedroom. She stopped short at what she saw.
There were toys lined up rigidly on one shelf. Wooden ones. Puzzles, similar to those she’d bought for Sweeney recently. Brightly colored. Educational children’s books filled two bookshelves.
There was a pink blanket on the bed. Younger than Keller, from the size of the clothing in the dresser. Quite a bit. Zoey suspected she had found the bedroom of her mysterious little caller.
That little girl had to be around here somewhere. She checked under the bed, in the closet and bathroom, just to be sure. Nothing.
Where was she?
Zoey turned, went back into the hall. The next room was a guest room, she thought. It hadn’t been used in a long time.
There was an office next to it. It had been…ransacked.
She got out of there fast, in case the old bastard came back. Or one of his evil goons.
There were more rooms across the hall. She checked the door on the first one. It rattled. But it was locked. People didn’t lock their doors, unless there was something inside they wanted to protect.
Or keep hidden.
She pressed her ear to the door. Just to listen.
