necklace.
And Kane stood beside me looking toward the dark road like he was already somewhere else.
“The old rink?” I repeated.
His jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
Fear climbed higher inside me.
“No.”
The answer left before I could stop it.
Because the old rink felt wrong.
I didn’t know why.
Maybe it was the way people reacted whenever Frost Night came up.
Maybe it was Kane’s face.
Or maybe—
Deep down—
I already knew the place carried ghosts.
The older officer stepped closer.
“You think the missing person may be there?”
Kane looked at him.
“I think whoever sent those messages wants us to remember Frost Night.”
The officer frowned.
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“No,” Kane said quietly. “It doesn’t.”
I crossed my arms against the cold.
“You said you knew where it happened.
