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these age-progressed images… There’s something off about this.”
    Nikki pulled another poster free. “They look like photographs, you ask me. Not computer renderings.”
    I nodded sharply. That was exactly what was off about them. “And there are three new ones. If Brody somehow has linked more kids to the same crime…I can’t imagine it.” Outrage rippled through me as Nikki moved along the line of posters to the end. “What is Brody doing ? And why are these here ?”
    “Sara.” Nikki’s voice was a whip crack, and I looked up. She was standing at the end of the line of posters, her diamond-hard nails already peeling away the flyer from the wall. I moved toward her as I pulled more posters down, memorizing the names, the photographs, especially when I once again got to the ones I knew. Hayley Adams. Corey Kuznof. Mary Degnan. Children whose faces I’d seen in my sleep years after I’d left Memphis. Children whose faces I could never forget if I’d wanted to. And there’d been many times when I’d wanted to.
    I got to the end as Nikki freed the last flyer from the wall. She turned it toward me.
    The face staring at me had been one I’d seen all too often as well.
    MISSING: SARIAH PELTER
    There was an image of me at seventeen—not a school photo either. A snapshot at a moment I hadn’t been looking at the camera, not intentionally. I’d been staring beyond it, eyes intent, expression hard. There was an age progression too, but instead of it being a generic recreated image, it was a blown-up digital photo of me standing by a brick wall. I could have been anywhere in the world, but I knew exactly where I’d been when that photo had been taken. It was barely four weeks ago. I’d been next to Nikki on a sidewalk in downtown Vegas, about to head inside Binion’s Casino.
    Which meant someone had been following me. Someone who knew who I’d been. What I’d been. Before I’d gone to ground. Before I’d changed my name. Before I’d stopped finding children myself and instead used my skills to finance other people doing that work. People who could do it better. Who wouldn’t fail when it mattered most.
    I took the sheet from her, then turned sharply away, ripping down the last two posters on the wall. “What is this about? What is Brody thinking ?”
    Nikki didn’t have time to answer.
    Without warning, a shot rang out in the night. Nikki grabbed me and thrust me forward toward the closest protective line of cars and roared, “Gun!”
    The lights came around the corner of the parking garage so quickly, it took me a moment to understand what was happening, blinded as I was against the plywood wall. Another peal of gunfire helped clarify the situation. Nikki and I scrambled away from each other, splitting the focus of the shooter as we dashed into the lines of cars. As I ran, I heard Nikki’s bellow into her phone, demanding the police, the National Guard, the pope if he was handy. I watched the swing of headlights bounce around to me and realized the truth of it quickly.
    They were following me, not Nikki.
    And Nigel had warned me about this, warned me they were coming.
    My spinning thoughts kept time with my pounding feet. Of course they were following me. I’d been the one in the pictures. I’d been the one back in Memphis. I’d been the one who’d lost the trail of those kids, who hadn’t found them, who’d—
    A second blast of gunfire peppered the concrete, and I cursed, stumbling to my knees, then race-crawled between two cars. I could hear Nikki yelling for me, and I popped up in time to see her jumping over a guardrail onto the hood of a car on the next level down. She spat curses as she slid across the roof, then she disappeared from view. I heard the slam of a door. She’d found her car—but there was no way she could catch up to me, not with the shooter between us. Even now, a big sedan barreled into the row where I was hiding, and I risked a glance up. Were there other cars? Snipers