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husband because she wasn’t happy…” He pointed at the wall again. “This woman would have taken her daughter with her. She left Emily with you because she knew Emily would be safe here.”
    “I…want to believe that,” Alan admitted. Logan could tell he’d been hoping that was the case.
    Logan touched the photo still in Alan’s hand. “Believe it.”
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    T EN MINUTES LATER, Logan, Harp, and Barney climbed back into the El Camino. Logan started the engine, but didn’t put the car in gear.
    “Well?” Harp said.
    Logan eyed the house, saying nothing.
    “Are you going to help him?” his dad asked.
    Logan remained motionless for several more seconds, then he put the car in reverse.
    “Yeah. I’m going to help him.”

C HAPTER S IX
     
    T HE SKY HAD grown dark as the thunderstorm moved in. Nearly every afternoon they’d come, big billowy towers of clouds around lunchtime that turned into a dark menacing mantle covering the sky a few hours later. Sometimes the rain would last only a few minutes, sometimes for an hour or more, but always, there was the lightning.
    And the thunder.
    Sara knew she should have been used to it by now, but she wasn’t. Every time the thunder clapped she’d jump, then pull the blanket tight around her as she huddled on the couch, as far from the windows as she could get. That was the only place she felt even remotely safe.
    She’d tried the bathroom once. It had only the one frosted window, and not being able to see turned out to be worse. So she stayed in the main room, and cowered as the bright flashes and thunderous roars of each storm ran its course.
    As much as it terrified her, it was, in an odd way, her favorite part of the day. For however long a storm would last, she could forget about everything else, and think only of the light and the sound and the rain and the darkness. Because when the clouds cleared away, the real world returned, and when that happened, everything came rushing back.
    Even when she tried to draw, something that had always been her escape before, she couldn’t forget and would end up pushing her sketchbook away.
    Her overriding worry was that she had waited too long to disappear. It didn’t matter that nearly seven weeks had passed without anything happening. They’d already been closing in, forcing the change of plans and hastening her departure.
    “A quick trip to celebrate,” she’d suggested. She smiled, though inside she’d never felt more horrible. “Just the two of us, in San Diego.” She had already arranged for Rachel to watch Emily, and though she knew her husband had work he’d been planning on doing that weekend, she’d convinced him to go.
    But even rushing things, had it been too late? If yes, she didn’t know what she’d do. The pain would be…unbearable.
    Outside everything suddenly glowed white. She didn’t see where the lightning struck, but it was close . She barely blinked when the house rattled with an explosion of thunder.
    She didn’t even know she was yelling until the noise in the sky began to die. Without a doubt, that was the closest she’d come to being hit since she’d arrived.
    Putting her hands over her head, she curled into a ball.
    All she could think about was the nightmare outside.
    Terrifying and nerve-fraying.
    And freeing.
    If only for a little while.

C HAPTER S EVEN
     
    “I CAN’T TELL you how much I appreciate this,” Callie said over the phone. “Anything you need, just let me know and I’ll take care of it.”
    “I’d like to talk to that PI you hired,” Logan told her. He was sitting in the El Camino in the parking lot of the University Place Inn. Harp and Barney were in the office arranging rooms for the night.
    “Absolutely. Let me give him a call and see when I can get you in.”
    “Thanks.”
    Three minutes later, Logan’s two traveling mates walked back outside. Instead of getting in, Barney headed down the walkway along the three-story motel, while Harp walked