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“I haven't.” Cameron sounded just as grim. “I put a call in for a warrant to obtain the coordinates for her cell phone. She's been gone for at least twenty-four hours since someone saw her last. I know what you're thinking—”

“That last time she ran, she didn't have my daughter with her?”

“Ran?” The long pause forced Dewey to think of the alternative for a split second before Cameron spoke again. “I figured you’d assume she was in a wreck or something. Everyone else had.”

No. Nash had come to the same conclusion about her taking off. If she was missing, she’d done it on purpose. With her history, her complete freak out at the mention of the house, he'd never considered anything except that. He couldn't. His brain refused that other, horrible scenario.

“When do you expect to get the warrant?”

“By the morning at the latest.”

“Shit. God knows how far she'll make it by then.” He gunned it through another red light at a deserted intersection. “Have you called Juliana yet?”

“No. It’s five in the morning in Australia.”

“She’ll want to know. Call her and ask her to call Eliza. Maybe she'll answer the phone.” His hands began to sweat from his grip on the wheel. “I'm pulling into the station now.”

“I don't even want to know how fast you drove.” Cameron ended the call. No. He probably didn't. His old truck wouldn't have even made it above seventy, let alone ninety-five. He'd revoke anyone else's license for driving that fast in his county, but he knew these roads and was trained.

Becky jogged across the street. “I just called Juliana. She doesn't know anything.”

“Cam is supposed to call her, too.” He held open the door to the station. “I can't entertain the thought that they are hurt somewhere, so for now, let's assume Eliza left on her own. Where do you think she went?”

“I don't know. Does she have any friends in Atlanta?” Becky asked.

“None that I know of.” But he also didn't expect her to take off.

His phone rang. Hope that it was Eliza died when he saw his sister's name pop up.

“Now's not the best time, Eva.”

Eva clicked her tongue together. “That's no way to talk to your sister.”

“What do you need?”

“I didn't know if you realized that you lost something I found.”

He pressed his lips together to keep from telling her off. She was clueless, and it wasn't her fault. “What have I lost?”

“Two pretty green-eyed girls.”

He snapped his fingers toward Cameron and Becky. “Eliza and Carrie. They're there? With you?”

“Yup.”

“How's Carrie?”

Eva laughed lightly. “Better than her mama. Carrie got over that bug she had and is eating normally. Loves my lasagna.”

“Eva!”

“Right. Eliza, well, she's not eating much. Says she's too nauseous. Looks pretty bad.”

“She probably has the same bug.” He held his hand over the speaker of the phone. “They're both with Eva. Becky, run tell Hugh and Ms. Iris. And call Nash.”

Becky jogged out of the door.

“The entire town has been worried about her. Everyone thought they'd ended up in some accident. Cameron put in a warrant to get her cell phone traced.”

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