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“But they were in a white van?” G8 repeated. K8 answered with a wobbly nod.
“I don’t suppose you noticed another vehicle, did you?” P8 inquired. “The one the man with the babies may have taken?”
A quick shake. “N-no.”
Biggs walked over to them. “I know what you guys are thinking. That it could be the same people who accosted you over at Lost Pines. I admit I’m thinking along those same lines. But until we have actual proof, we can’t legally make that assumption. You know that, right?”
Not waiting for anyone to answer, the sheriff turned to K8. “That was a mighty brave thing you did, not going after those men, even though I know it tore you up inside to stay hidden. You did the right thing. Now, you didn’t happen to overhear those men talking, did you?”
“No.”
“And there’s no way she would know which direction they went after they left here, since you can’t see the main road from the cabins,” G8 reminded the man.
“But I have a general idea which way they went,” K8 admitted and pointed past the sheriff. “In that direction.”
The man leaned over, placing his hands on the edge of the table. “You’re sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“When we were younger, whenever they’d split, and one of them wandered off, they always managed to find each other again,” G8 told him.
“K8?” Biggs looked her straight in the eye. “If we were to head out in that direction, do you think you’d be able to lead us to your other self and those infants?”
“Yes.”
“K8, are you sure?” Ingrid asked. “You said they’d knocked her out.”
“I can hone in on her,” K8 replied firmly. “I can find her.”
“Maybe,” P8 noted. “You might not be able to if she gets too far away.”
“We can’t keep sitting here speculating whether she can or can’t. We need to hustle,” G8 said, getting to his feet. “We have to get her and those babies back before those men arrive at wherever they’re going.”
“Or who they’re reporting to,” Ingrid reminded them.
Sheriff Biggs indicated G8’s leg. “You sure you can manage with that?”
K8 noticed the bandage. “You were injured?”
“The labs blew up,” P8 explained. “He was hit with some of the shit that blasted out of them.”
G8 waved off her protests before she started. “I’ll be fine as long as I don’t try to run a marathon. You heard the paramedic,” he added with a grin. “Now let’s get our butts moving.”
Biggs pointed to F8. “You don’t need to come along. Not with your bad arm.”
“He’s right,” P8 agreed. “You can stay here and let the sheriff’s office know if anyone else shows up.”
“And in case N8 or T8 get home before we do,” G8 added.
“Does that also include the truck bringing all those boxes that should be here any minute?” F8 asked with a snicker.
G8 laughed. “Damn. We forgot about that.”
K8 looked confused. “Another truck?”
Ingrid got to her feet and tugged on K8’s arm. “Come on. We’ll explain in the car. Sheriff, do you want us to take the lead?”
“No. I want you guys to follow behind me. G8? I want you and K8 in my car with me. Let’s haul ass. Time’s a-wasting.”
