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I hung up and returned to the car.
Sky opened her eyes as I slid into the driver’s seat, her gaze immediately finding mine. “What did Noah say?”
“The climbing accident happened at Fremont Canyon, just outside Casper, Noah thinks there is a second location that no one checked out.”
She inhaled sharply. “You want to go there, don’t you?”
“Only if you’re up for it,” I said, studying her. “Your head?—”
“It’s killing me,” she admitted. “But it’s like … like my brain wants to remember, McCrae. It’s fighting to break through.” She straightened in her seat, determination hardening her features. “Let’s go to the canyon.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded, a determined look washing over her face. “I’m sure.”
As we pulled away from Pete’s Trucking, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were heading straight into danger. I reached across the console and took her hand, her fingers cold despite the summer heat. “I’m right by your side, okay?”
She squeezed my hand. “Okay.”
Chapter 24
Sky
The drive to Fremont Canyon took longer than I expected. I spent most of it with my eyes closed, trying to manage the throbbing pain in my head while also reaching for the fleeting memories that seemed just beyond my grasp. Each time I got close, they slipped away.
McCrae was quiet beside me.
“Almost there,” he said softly, breaking the silence as the road began to wind upward.
I opened my eyes to a landscape that took my breath away. Massive red rock formations rose from the earth. Deep canyons cut through the land.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, sitting up straighter despite the pain.
McCrae nodded. “It’s one of Wyoming’s hidden treasures. Deep canyons, good climbing spots. During the summer, people come here to swim in the reservoir too.”
As we curved around a bend, the canyon opened up before us, a vast expanse of red rock and blue sky.
“This is it,” McCrae said, pulling off onto a small gravel area.
My heart began to race as we stepped out of the cruiser.
“Anything feel familiar?” McCrae asked, coming to stand beside me.
I let the sensations wash over me; the gentle breeze against my skin, the warmth of the sun, the distant rush of water somewhere. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
McCrae pulled out his phone. “Noah sent me coordinates to a second location that they discovered people had been that night.” He looked up and pointed. “This way.”
There was a narrow trail that wound between rock formations.
McCrae walked slightly ahead, occasionally reaching back to offer me his hand at steeper sections.
The trail led us to a small cave entrance partially hidden by scrub brush.
McCrae paused, studying it before looking back at me. “Here it is.”
I stepped closer, peering into the shadows. The mouth of the cave was large enough to walk through without stooping, opening into darkness beyond.
“Does anything about this place trigger memories?” McCrae asked, his voice gentle.
