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Aly had to be the other woman in the sketches.
“Do you know him?” I asked.
“Who?” Her brows raised in confusion.
“Wade,” I answered, showing her the sketch. “He owns a gas station in town and is the one who took Sandy and Hank.”
“He’s the same man?” She pressed her hand against her chest. “Yes, I know him. I didn’t think . . . I never thought . . . Are you sure it’s the same man?”
“Positive.”
“Oh,” she sat down in the nearest chair.
“He’s started to draw you,” I said.
Sylvia grabbed the book and flipped through. “What does this all mean?”
“Jack and I aren’t sure, but there is a name in the book that continues throughout. The sketches morph from one woman to the other.” I showed her Nhung’s drawing. “I think this is Nhung. She’s the original.”
“Nhung?” Aly asked. “I recognize
