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For the entire four-and-a-half-hour flight, I willed the beacon to remain exactly where it was on the screen.
“Has she moved?” Lincoln demanded.
I shook my head miserably.
I wasn’t sure which was worse. If she didn’t move, did that mean she was gone already? Richard had already tried to kill her. Why would he hold on to her now?
Lincoln put a solid hand on my shoulder. “She’s a fighter, a survivor. She’s going to make it through this. We’ll get her back.”
“That fucking coward,” I hissed. “He just blindsided her. She was just walking…”
“It’s going to be okay,” Paxton insisted. “It’s just what Lincoln said. She’s a fighter. She’s not going to let that bastard hurt her.”
“Why did she post her schedule on Instagram like that?” I moaned.
“What?” Lincoln stared at me. “What do you mean?”
“Her entire itinerary is posted online for the world to see. That’s just not like her.”
“When was this?” Lee asked, leaning forward in her seat, her intelligent eyes narrowing.
“I don’t know… a few hours ago?”
The special agent reached into her pocket and dialed out. “Hey, this is Lee. I need you to do a run on an IP address for an Instagram posting for Mylee Lynn—right, the kidnap victim. Her last post…” Lee looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded, not understanding. “Yeah, get back to me right away.”
A slow smile formed on her lips.
“Why are you grinning?” Lincoln demanded. “Nothing about this is good.”
“It might be,” she said slowly. “Because I don’t think Ms. Lynn did post her schedule. I think your man, Crossman, did.”
“Why? Why would he do that?” I demanded, my head swimming with worry.
“He’s not our man,” Paxton spat. “In fact, when I get my hands on him, he’s going to be a dead man—”
“You know I’m a federal agent, right?” Lee asked dryly. “Please contain yourself.”
Paxton exhaled and sat. “Go on.”
“I believe he was putting a call out there—” Her phone rang, and she held up a finger to answer it as Sloan sneered at her.
“She’s such a showoff,” her partner muttered.
“Why? Because she’s useful?” Lincoln countered.
Sloan rolled his eyes.
“Thank you. I need you to send units to that house immediately. Richard Crossman is a suspect in a kidnapping, a poisoning, and is considered extremely unstable and dangerous. Proceed with caution.”
I leaned forward, my heart hammering. “Did you find him? Is he in the desert?”
She shook her head. “No. He posted that schedule from a house in Tinley Park. I doubt he’s still there.”
More confusion washed over me. “But Mylee was taken from Reno,” I sputtered. “How…?”
Again, my mind started to whirl as I tried to understand. Agent Lee smiled patiently at me as she explained.
“I believe that Crossman put a call out to get your girl, and someone reacted to it. There are a lot of unstable people out there, and when you put them together…” She shrugged. “My guess is that he managed to find a like-minded individual to take her and that he’s on his way to her now. There’s a chance that she’s still alive. If Crossman had taken her himself, the odds wouldn’t be so good.”
