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Murdoch passed two cars on Old Coleson Road. Cars he recognized as belonging to residents of that area. He wasn't going to be stupid—he didn't even mess with the driveway. The address the kid had given was the old carriage house. It was around the backside of the property.
It had been gated and posted. He didn’t give a shit now. He was getting inside. So what if he lost his badge because of it?
Zoey was far more important than the TSP.
He and Zoey had seen an old service road when they'd been out here that day. It hadn't been fenced, had been half grown over.
Right there it was. Waiting. Just for him. No trespassing sign or fence anywhere for him to see.
He sent a text to Neil where he was parking.
And he got out.
He didn't give a damn if there was a trespassing charge after this. He had exigent circumstances. A woman was in serious danger and an eyewitness—even if he couldn't prove it—had said she was being held at this property. A child witness.
There wasn't time for a damned warrant.
Murdoch had never prayed so hard in his adult life as he did in that moment he started hiking through the brush toward the rear of the old carriage house.
Let her be there.
Just let her be there.
If she was there—he stood a chance of getting her back. And when he did, he was going to put it all out there. Tell her in no uncertain terms that he loved her. Wanted to be with her. Forever.
That woman was his world. And she always would be.
If he didn't have her, he'd never be able to breathe again.
The path he was on came out right between the old L-shaped carriage house Gladys had told him had been a rehabilitative facility at one point.
It had been parceled off twenty years ago, when the Colesons had been killed in that hit and run accident. Now it carried the address of 37564 Old Coleson Road.
Just like on that kid’s letter.
Murdoch took a quick look around the back, near the garage.
Well, well, well.Look right there.
Parked between the carriage house and an older shed was that damned brown van, complete with big yellow bug eyes—just like his niece had described and drawn.
Good Marlie. He was going to buy her the biggest art set he could find for this, when he got Zoey back where she belonged. They’d pick it out for Marlie together. The kid deserved it.
What had happened to Sydney Beck had just tied to that kid. That so-calledDaviesskid.
He peeked in the nearest window. There were three other vehicles in that garage now. One was idling.
He might just be up against some serious odds here.
Murdoch kept looking around.
Something plastic caught his eye. He bent down.
And lifted an ID tag from the ground.
FCGH PICUwas emblazoned above a photo.
Of his pretty nurse Bonita.
