ZOE’S POV
“That’s the location?” I whispered. My eyes fixed on the red dot blinking against the map on Owen's phone, afraid it would vanish if I even blinked.
Owen nodded. “It’s in the outskirts. Some run-down vacation cabins near Westgrove Lake.”
My stomach twisted. The place sounded so isolated, so far. What if Chloe did something before we got there? What if Jamie was scared, alone and crying out for us?
Austin was already on the phone, making arrangements, and Owen was coordinating with the detectives he’d promised. Discreet, sharp men—ones who asked the right questions and didn’t flinch when we told them we couldn’t risk Chloe knowing the police were involved. I was grateful they didn’t give us lectures or hesitations. Just quiet readiness.
Austin looked at me when he ended the
