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He waited while Andi explained the situation to Matthew and then as Matthew did something on his computer.

The minutes ticked by so slowly Logan wanted to pull out his hair.

Finally, Andi thanked Matthew and ended the call.

Her gaze locked on Logan’s. “He was able to get a hit on the number. He’s sending you the location.”

Relief swept through him.

This could be the lead they were looking for.

Finally, his phone dinged.

He glanced at the screen. “I’ve got the address.”

Duke rose. “Perfect. Let’s go.”

Logan wasn’t going to argue.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

Logan drovewith Duke and Andi as quickly as he safely could to get to the location. He’d already given his friends the update.

He’d told them about Knox. Told them about just how cold and heartless the man was—he was the embodiment of danger.

The man was a tattoo artist, so he had some artistic ability.

Was Knox connected with Ryan Mercer, the victim they’d found yesterday? Logan wasn’t sure how all the pieces fit together.

What if . . . what if Knox had forced Morgan to take that picture? That would explain why it had been such a good replica, why all the details matched so well.

What if someone was forcing Morgan to do horrible things?

Bile churned inside him at the thought.

“I did some research on the area where we’re going,” Andi said from the back seat, where she tapped away on her phone. “There are mostly old hunting cabins out this way. It looks like we’re heading toward one.”

Hunting cabins? That sounded secluded—and like the perfect place for Knox to hide out.

Logan’s mind continued to race.

He had no idea what he might come upon when he found Knox.

Finally, he turned off the highway and drove down several side roads. Like much of the area, the boreal forest surrounded either side of the street.

With each turn, the isolation grew deeper, more enveloping.

He made one last turn before pulling to a stop at the end of a gravel path.

An old shack stood in front of them, part of the structure charred from a fire.

His throat went dry. He’d seen this cabin before. He knew he had—and he had a really good guess as to where.

In one of Morgan’s photos.

He’d come here expecting to find Knox. Now he had a feeling he might find something different.