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“Do you have anything that can help?” Reaper asked.

“Nothing, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he figures out how to get in here, and when he does, my body is going to be discovered and he is going to take my little girl.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Reaper said.

“You can’t stop it. You can’t stop him.”

“I can and I will.”

He calmed Heidi down, so that when her daughter entered the room, she was somewhat composed. He stayed with her for a short time, and when he was sure she was okay, he left. Gena was waiting for him on the other side of that door.

“Did you have any luck finding out who that severed finger belonged to?” Gena asked.

“Not a clue, why?”

Gena sighed. “Because there is only one woman unaccounted for, and that’s Cathy.”

“Cathy?” he asked, frowning.

“She’s a volunteer, has been since her daughter got into a sticky situation. I was checking my books, and she hasn’t been here since Heidi was admitted.”

“You’re only just realizing this now?”

“It’s a volunteer system,” Gena said. “I can account for people entering, but I can’t force them to stick here and work. She was very part-time. Only a couple hours a month. I’ve called her and she’s not answering. I think you could check it out.”

“I’ll go now,” he said. “I want you to keep Grace here, and another thing, find a way to go through Heidi and the kid’s personal belongings.”

Gena frowned. “I can’t do that.”

“You’re going to have to. I have a feeling Heidi has something, and her husband wants it back. We need to find it, otherwise every person from the victims to the volunteers are going to be in danger, and there is only so much I can do.” Reaper stopped at the door and turned back to Gena. “I’m going to need an address.”

“I thought you knew everything.”

“I know a lot of things, but there are some I don’t know.” He winked at her, grabbed the address, and left the building.

He checked up and down the street as he looked for any sign of questionable vehicles. There was nothing there. No black SUV. No suspicious men lurking about. It was still and almost peaceful, but Reaper didn’t trust it.

Checking the address, he knew exactly where it was, and it wasn’t a good area of the city. It was in the seedy area where a lot of bad shit happened.

He trusted Gena as she vetted everyone who entered those doors. His gut was telling him something bad was about to go down.

Chapter Thirteen

Cathy Robinson.

Reaper stopped on the street up from her apartment building. The cops didn’t even enter this ghetto unless they absolutely had to. It was plagued with drugs, poverty, and homelessness.

Then why had he already spotted several unmarked police cars along the sides of the road near the building? At first, he thought this trip was a waste of time. Why would Cartwright target an occasional volunteer that no one even noticed was missing? Now he wasn’t so sure.

He crawled along the street, his bike making his presence known in the hush. As he drove past the building, he noted cops inside the lobby doors and at the other side of the building. No way was he stupid enough to stop in the middle of that heat. What were they doing at the building?

He called Copper as he drove back to the shelter.

“Any luck on the finger?”

“Just that the finger and box were squeaky clean. DNA takes a lot longer,” Copper said.

“I have a feeling I might know who it belongs to. I was heading over to check it out and the place was swarming with cops.”