Knox POV
I’ve spent all damn morning either locked in church with the guys or alone, digging through anything I can find that might give us answers. Three hours of sitting around that table, every one of us pulling apart what little we have, chasing the smallest thread like it might lead to something bigger. I’ve still got that list of names Danielle gave me. I haven’t touched it. Not because I don’t want to, but because this has to be her choice. If I start calling people from her past, it’s going to look like she’s hiding, like she’s afraid to face them herself. And that’s not what she needs. She needs control, not me taking it away.
But what we can do, what I have no problem with, is knocking on every door in that street and asking who’s got cameras, who had them back then, and who st
