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Vega pulls up another map.

“Old mining survey shows a flat stretch of desert west of the property. Almost a mile long.”

“Enough.”

“For a small plane?”

“Plenty.”

Arthur swears.

Vega raises her radio.

“All units, be advised, possible aircraft extraction west of Silver Crown. Block all vehicle access. Do not approach the compound until tactical teams are in position.”

A voice answers.

“Copy.”

Another breaks in.

“Sheriff, we have movement.”

Vega presses the radio closer.

“Go.”

“Cargo van just left the mine.”

My blood turns cold.

“Direction?”

“West.”

Toward the flat stretch of desert.

“How many occupants?”

“Can’t tell. Rear windows are covered.”

The girls.

Maybe Hayley.

Vega starts issuing orders.

I look at Taylor.

“We take the north road.”

He understands what I’m saying.

Vega catches my sleeve.

“Campbell.”

“That van could have the girls.”