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Sean’s jaw tightens.

“She’s right,” I say.

He turns to me.

“I don’t want her looking at photographs of missing girls.”

“I don’t want her to either.”

“Then why are you agreeing?”

“Because one of them may have been at the warehouse.”

Sage stands straighter.

“Or the mine.”

“There were no girls at the warehouse.”

Sean looks at Will.

Will gives a small nod.

“She stays with us,” Will says. “If she wants to stop, we stop.”

Sean mutters something.

I don’t catch all of it, but I hear the words eighteen years and impossible women.

Sage looks at me.

“Did he call us impossible?”

“Yes.”

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

Sean points toward the security room.

“Let’s go.”

Taylor has arranged two chairs in front of the largest monitor.

Sage and I sit together.

Sean stands behind us.

Will takes the door.

Arthur, Kane, Trent, and Holt remain in the kitchen.

The photographs arrive through the secure connection one at a time.

Twenty-one girls.

School pictures.