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Zayne
Knox Channon is in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The second I made it back to my house this morning, Kami and Colin were already in my driveway. For the past two hours, we’ve been tracking him through Kami’s FBI satellite footage. He spent the entire morning in downtown, roaming around all the streets. Kara is in Utah, which is a lot closer to us than Chicago. My instincts tell me she’s headed this way. Until then, I have to keep my focus on Knox.
“Amelie’s going to be pissed at you,” Colin says.
Sighing heavily, I glance down at my phone. I’ve missed several calls, and I’ve avoided Amelie’s texts. I need more time to explain everything to her; it can’t be done in a text or a few second phone call.
“I know,” I grumble. “I left Amelie a note. Hopefully, it’s enough for now.” I peer o
