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Home. Back to Sleepy Hollow. Back with me.WhenI find Georgia—I won’t accept any other possibility—I’m not letting her go back to Ballston Spa on her own. She’s staying here withme.

But I need to find her first. I grab my mug and drain the last dredges of coffee, then start working on hacking into another building’s security system. One of these cameras has to have caught something. This person who took Georgia couldn’t have just disappeared. He has to be on camerasomewhere.

Then my phone buzzes, sending my heart into my throat. Tex’s name appears on the screen and I snatch at it, praying for good news.Please.

“Please tell me you have something,” I blurt out in greeting.

“I do. I have a name.” There’s some clicking, then Tex says, “I’m sorry it took so long. He used multiple VPNs, so it took a while to hack into all of them. Once I found the ISP, it went much faster.”

“Who is it?” In any other circumstance, I’d be happy to hear how Tex worked his magic. But not now. I just need the name.

“His name is Frank Davis,” Tex drawls, anger making his accent more pronounced than normal. “He lives in Fairport, a suburb of Rochester. I’m sending it to you now. It’s the only known address for him—no additional properties.”

“Could he have something off the books? Something he paid for in cash?”

“Nothing that I saw. He works in IT, makes enough to own a small home, but there’s nothing extra. Some cash withdrawals over the last few months totaling around ten grand, but that’s it. I’m thinking that was the money he spent hiring the stalkers.”

I jump up from my chair, sending it rolling halfway across the room. “Thank you, Tex. I can’t tell you how much. I owe you.”

“No.” I can almost hear Tex shaking his head. “You don’t owe me anything. Just get your woman back.” He pauses, then adds, “One other thing. This guy—Frank—he went to high school with her. There was nothing to indicate any relationship between them, friendship or otherwise, but I think that’s where he knows her from.”

High school. Has he been obsessed with Georgia for over a decade?

I can’t worry about that now. First priority—getting to Fairport. So, I quickly wrap up my call with Tex, then turn to Cole and Rylan. “I’m sure you heard. We have a name. Frank Davis, lives in Fairport, just outside Rochester. He apparently went to high school with Georgia, but his name wasn’t one of the ones we investigated. I don’t know if she forgot about him, or—”

“She may not have even thought about him,” Rylan suggests. “He could have easily been obsessed with her from afar.”

“If he’s been obsessed with her for that long, he wouldn’t want to kill her. Not after waiting for over a decade. Right?” Iwantto believe it.

“Probably.” Cole glances down at his phone, tapping quickly. “Zane left the case in Connecticut to help. Nora and Finn can’t leave without compromising the client’s safety.”

“Where is he now? Will he get here in time?” Now that I have an address, my body is twitching to move, to take action. “We need to leave right away.” I pull up the address on my laptop, checking the quickest route to get there. “Dammit. It’sfivehours away.”

That means at least five more hours that Georgia is in danger. Five hours of impotent waiting to be close enough to help her. “Dammit.” My voice rises. “Five hours is too long. There has to be another way.”

Cole stands up from his chair, still staring at his phone before glancing at me. “There is. I know a guy—his name is Cash Chatham—we did some work for his company, but he’s also a friend. He lives right in town and has a private plane at Westchester Airport. We can take it to Rochester.”

A quick search shows the flight time from White Plains direct to Rochester at just about an hour. “Okay. How soon can we leave?”

Cole taps at the screen sporadically, pausing to read as his phone continues to buzz. “Cash has a connection in the FAA, so the flight plan is being expedited. He said the plane should be ready to take off as soon as we get there.”

I snatch up my laptop and phone, heading for the door. “What are we waiting for, then?”

Rylan is gathering his things while Cole is still glued to his phone. “Hang on,” Cole says, and I almost growl at him.We’ve waited long enough.

“Alright.” His tone is calm but commanding. “We’re leaving for White Plains in five. Rylan, gather enough supplies for five people. Leo, study the address, the satellite images, any interior photos—you know the drill. And I’ll stay in communication with Cash, make sure we’re ready to go wheels up as soon as we get to the airport.”

Rylan gets to the door and hesitates, turning back. “Five bags? If Zane makes it, that’s four. Who’s the fifth?”

“Zane will be at the airport waiting for us,” Cole replies, “and Niall is joining us, too.”

“I thought he was still active duty?” I ask, jogging alongside Cole as we move toward the garage. Niall was stationed at Fort Campbell with us, part of the same Green Beret battalion, though he served on a different team. He’s a standup guy and one of the best sharpshooters I’ve ever seen.

“Niall had some family issues, so he didn’t re-enlist when his contract was up. He’s been doing some private security work in New York City, so when I knew we’d be short-handed, I asked him to help.” Cole glances over his shoulder as he opens the door to the garage. “I know he’s not a part of the team—”

“It’s fine.” I slide into the passenger seat and open my laptop back up, ready to get back to my research. “I’m just thankful so many people want to help.”

And then all the emotions I’ve been pushing down swell up again.Please let this work.Let her be there. If she’s hurt, traumatized, it’ll be awful, but I’ll be right by her side working through it together. I just need Georgiaalive.

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