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Something was going on. Something that was putting a six-year-old kid in danger. Dallas wanted to find out what, and he wanted to know exactly how Carly had gotten involved in it.

“We need to speak with the police.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“If they find out I’ve gone to the police, they’ll take my son. I’ll never see him again.”

“Is that what they told you?”

“Yes.”

Somewhere in the deepest part of the shadows, a twig snapped. He grabbed Carly’s hand and dragged her into thick undergrowth.

Someone was out there with them.

A phone buzzed, the sound a discordant note in the eerie silence. He gestured for Carly to turn the thing off but she was staring at the screen.

“We need to go,” she said, trying to dart past him.

There was something about the tension in her face that made him glance at the text she’d opened, the photo it contained. A kid staring out from behind a window, his dark curly hair a lot like Carly’s.

“They’re going to take Zane. I’ll never see him again,” Carly said, her voice trembling. “They’re outside of my house, watching him.”