Page 38 of Broken Princess
“No problem. It’s just the truth.” I turned my gaze back to the computer screen. “Anyway, is there some way you can track Jamie’s burner phone to confirm he took Willow?”
Rowan nodded slowly and started typing again. “I should be able to trace previous GPS activity,” he said. He paused and squinted at the screen. “Here we go. This is the night of the White House party. The data shows him leaving the White House at half past ten.”
My heart began to pound. “That’s the exact same time Willow vanished from the party. Where did he go after that?”
“Looks like he went down to Alexandria. Ended up at a marina. Then it goes dead for a while. He must’ve been on a boat with no signal.”
“Can you see anything after that?”
“Yes. His phone came back online about seven hours later, in North Carolina.”
My brows shot up. “Do you think that’s where they’re keeping Willow?”
Rowan shook his head. “It was probably just a tactic to stop you from finding her on any flight logs or traffic cameras in or around D.C,” he said. “The data says he left Wilmington on a plane almost immediately, and he flew up to… guess where?”
“Lilith Hall?”
“Close, yeah. A private airfield nearby. Then he drove there. To Lilith Hall, I mean.”
I swallowed thickly. “So he probably took Willow there with him.”
“Maybe, but I can’t be sure.” He frowned at the screen. “It looks like he’s actually been up there a few times over the last few days. Also, your mother was there two nights in a row, between midnight and two A.M. So she’s spending way more time there than she usually does.”
“Like she’s hiding something really big.”
Rowan turned to look at me. “Yeah. So you’re right. Willow is probably there.”
I lifted my hands. “Hey, don’t give me any credit. You’re the one who found this place.”
“Eh, it was a team effort,” he replied with a modest shrug. “Anyway, what are you going to do now?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I said, smiling thinly. “I’m going to Lilith Hall, and I’m getting Willow the fuck out of there.”
