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“We’re headed out.” Olive followed Jason out of the bathroom. “Send me the exact address.”

“Already sent. But be careful. And Olive? The financial records I’ve been digging into . . . there are some serious red flags. We need to talk about this soon.”

Her breath caught. “What kind of red flags?”

“The kind that suggest Lloyd Stewart has been moving a lot of money through some very questionable channels.”

“Send me what you have.” Olive was already at the front door with Jason. “And Tev? Thank you.”

“Just be safe. Both of you.”

The line went dead, and Olive’s phone immediately buzzed with a text containing the ATM’s address. Jason was already starting the car as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“We’re only eight minutes away,” she said. “If we’re lucky, he might still be nearby.”

Jason pressed the accelerator harder than necessary, and they sped through the quiet Florida streets toward what might be their first real lead on Lloyd’s whereabouts.

CHAPTER 19

The Sun Bank ATM stood in the parking lot of a brightly lit convenience store, its blue-and-red logo visible from several blocks away.

Jason pulled into the lot and parked near the machine. They both scanned the area for any sign of Lloyd or the dark sedan from the hospital security footage.

The parking lot was mostly empty except for a few cars belonging to convenience store customers, and the ATM area was deserted.

Jason approached the machine while Olive looked around the well-lit parking lot, frustration building in her chest when she saw no one.

“He was here twenty minutes ago,” she murmured. “Twenty minutes.”

“I’ll ask inside.” Jason headed toward the convenience store.

Olive followed him through the glass doors into the bright interior.

A young man with multiple piercings stood behind the counter, looking bored as he scrolled through his phone.

“Excuse me.” Jason approached the counter. “I’m looking for my father. He might have used the ATM outside about twentyminutes ago. Older man, silver hair, five-ten. Did you happen to see him?”

The clerk looked up from his phone, his expression clearly showing he didn’t want to be bothered. “Yeah, maybe. I think I saw an older guy out there. He was with a woman.”

Olive stepped closer. “A woman?”

“They came in a car together, used the ATM, then left.” The clerk shrugged. “Didn’t seem like anything weird. Just normal customers.”

“What did the woman look like?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know, man. Middle-aged, I guess? I wasn’t really paying attention.” The clerk’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at it. “They were only out there for like two minutes.”

“What kind of car?” Olive pressed.

“Dark sedan. Maybe black or dark blue.” The clerk shrugged impatiently. “Look, I see a lot of people every night. I can’t remember every detail about every customer.”

Jason pulled out his phone and showed the clerk a photo of his dad. “Is this the man you saw?”

The clerk glanced at the photo and nodded. “Yeah, that looks like him. But like I said, he seemed fine. Not like he was in trouble or anything.”

Olive and Jason glanced at each other.

Just what exactly was going on?