“Yeah, but she’s in the hospital and appears to be non-verbal. We’re working with her to find out what she knows,” Clark said.
We both knew she wasn’t talking and that my brother was prodding in her memories to see what he could find. Being a shrink and extracting memories was kind of his own personal specialty.
“Well, then she’s one of the lucky ones. The other women weren’t as fortunate.”
“Thanks, Doc. Give us a call when you get more.”
“Of course,” he said and showed us out.
Clark and I left the building and paused between our vehicles. I expelled a hefty sigh. “You’re going to have your hands full if what Destiny believes is true and her father is involved.”
“Why, who's her father?” Clark asked.
“Senator Blake,” I answered.
Clark’s jaw went slack. “The senator and my dad were good friends. He’d often stay at the inn when I was little. Are you telling me that she believes he’s responsible?”
I nodded. “And she can see and talk to ghosts too, not to mention she’s been digging into everyone’s secrets in town.”
“Shit,” Clark growled. “I go on my honeymoon and all hell breaks loose.”
“Yeah, well. You might want to call the inn and tell her that they got DNA to compare with hers to find out if any of the skeletons belong to her mother. Maybe the quicker you get her answers, the quicker she’ll stop poking around into secrets we don’t want revealed.”
“Damn straight.”
Clark’s phone rang, interrupting him, and he held out his finger. “Hey, Mom.” There was a pause. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. What?” His voice grew deeper. “What do you mean she’s disappeared and you believe she’s been kidnapped?”
I tensed. “Who?”
Clark held out his finger again. “I know, Mom. I’ll tell Walker. He’s here with me. Calm down. We’ll find her.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know yet, Mom, but that’s what we do. Walker finds people, and I save them.”
He clicked off and met my gaze. “Destiny is gone. They found the picture she’d been going to confront Putnam with on the ground, and the news truck was gone.”
My world spun. “Maybe they went to report on something?”
“No. The rest of the crew is still at the inn,” Clark answered. “We need to find her before she ends up dead like the rest of those women.”
“How the hell are we going to do that?” I growled.
“How did you find Putnam before?” Clark asked.
I held up my wrist. “Putnam has a smart watch that tells the GPS location.”
“I can work with that,” Clark said, climbing into the SUV.
I grabbed my gun and shotgun out of my truck and hopped into his. “I hope you know a hacker because we don’t have time for a warrant for the information.”
Clark had his phone out and had already been punching numbers. “Hi, honey. Yes, I know…listen. Can you get your sister with all that fancy software to hack a smart watch? Good. Yes, Destiny Blake. Yes. Love you too. Text Walker. He’s with me, and I’m already driving.”
He hung up.
“Who has fancy equipment?” Walker asked.
“Mercy’s sister, your cousin, Gwen Bennett. She’s a secret operative or spy or something,” Clark announced.
Clark’s tires spit gravel as he pulled out of the parking lot heading back to town.
Fifteen minutes later, my phone dinged with the GPS, and I punched it into my phone.
“Turn around,” I yelled. “Putnam has her in Canfield, where we just left.”
Clark slammed on the brakes and squealed the tires as he turned and hit the gas again.
“Where?”
“Looks like an old farmhouse out on 388,” I said, enlarging my map to see other roads and structures nearby.
