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“That’s good news, Gibson.” Andi lowered her voice. “It means we still have time.”
Logan nodded and holstered his weapon.
Time for what, though? To find Morgan alive? Or simply to find her at all?
No, he couldn’t think like that.
The empty car had answered one question but spawned a dozen more.
Where was Morgan now? Who had driven her vehicle here? And most importantly—why hide the car in this specific location, miles from where her phone had been discarded?
Nothing about this felt random. Every move had been calculated and every location chosen with purpose.
As Logan closed the trunk, his jaw tightened with grim determination. Whoever had taken Morgan was playing a game—leaving breadcrumbs and testing him.
Logan intended to make them regret it.
Just as that thought cross his mind, he heard a stick crack in the distance.
They weren’t out here alone, he realized.
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“Stay where you are,”Logan muttered as he gripped his gun.
Carefully, he walked toward the sound.
What—or who—was out here watching them?
He took slow, careful steps toward a cluster of trees in the distance.
Just as he rounded them, he spotted the source of the noise.
A moose.
He froze, watching for how the moose would react.
The creature stared at him before turning and meandering away.
He let out a breath.
That could have been much worse.
But as the moose left them to continue what they were doing, Logan took a better look at the ground.
Was that . . . was that a footprint?
His chest tightened again.
Not only that, but these tracks looked fresh.
That moose may have cracked the stick, but someone had been here earlier.
Someone had been watching as they discovered this car.
Probably the killer.
