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Before Logan could respond, footsteps echoed on the stairs above them.

Andi stared at the evidence board in the outpost conference room, trying to make sense of the killer’s escalating timeline.

Duke sat across from her, sorting through crime scene photos.

Her phone rang, cutting through their analysis. Yazzie’s name appeared on the screen.

“How’s Reeves doing?” Andi answered.

“She’s in surgery.” Yazzie’s voice carried an edge of worry that made Andi straighten in her chair. “Have you guys heard from Gibson? I keep trying to reach him, but he’s not answering.”

Andi exchanged glances with Duke. “No, not since he dropped us off a couple of hours ago. Do you . . . you think something happened? I thought he was on his way to the hospital.”

“He was but I asked him to stop by Reeves’ place to pick up some clothes for her first.”

“Now you can’t get in touch with him?” Duke narrowed his gaze and shook his head. “Something is off.”

“There’s more. When Gibson didn’t show up at the hospital, I thought maybe he’d gotten a lead on the case or something and gotten sidetracked. So I swung by Reeves’ place to pick up a few things for her myself. Gibson’s SUV was there. But no Gibson.”

“What?” Andi murmured.

“And his gun was on the living room floor.”

The knot in Andi’s stomach tightened. Logan would never willingly surrender his weapon.

“Somehow the killer knew he’d go to Reeves’ place, didn’t he?” she murmured. “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

But the only one who’d known he would go there was the person who’d asked him to swing by.

Yazzie.

Could he somehow be involved? She had trouble seeing that. He seemed so genuinely concerned. Plus, he’d been at the hospital with Reeves . . . right?

But she needed to keep that thought in the back of her mind.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Yazzie’s breathing was audible over the phone. “This guy has him. I’m sure of it.”

Andi’s mind raced ahead to the terrible implications. “But, Yazzie, we need to do everything we can to find him quickly. Otherwise . . .” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

Otherwise Logan’s going to be the next victim. The final photograph.

“I know,” Yazzie said. “Believe me, I know. Someone is coming to relieve me here, and I’m heading back to the outpost. I should be there within thirty minutes. Reeves would want me to find the person who took Gibson. I know she would.”

As the call ended, Duke glanced at her, his jaw set. “How long do you think Logan has?”

“I don’t know.” Her mind calculated the killer’s previous timeline between abduction and murder. “But based on the pattern, probably not long. Maybe twenty-four hours at the most.”

Andi tried to push down her growing panic. Logan was smart, resourceful, and trained.

He would find a way to survive long enough for them to find him.

He had to.

Because the alternative—that they were already too late, that the killer had succeeded in luring Logan into his final, twisted composition—was something Andi refused to accept.

Somewhere out there, Logan was in the hands of a killer who had already proven he could stay one step ahead of them at every turn.

But this time was different. This time, the killer had made it personal.