Miller, the lead detective, growled in frustration, grabbed his radio.
"Change of plans," he said. "Transport the girl to the precinct for questioning."
They led me out of the building in handcuffs, the rain drenching my hair and clothes as the cameras of a hundred journalists flashed like lightning around us. I was shoved into the back of a separate police cruiser.
As we pulled away, I saw Daniel’s transport van disappearing into the darkness of the highway, headed for the remote prison. I realized Daniel hadn't just surrendered. He had left me the map to the one place Pierce could never go.
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed with a sound that felt like a drill inside
