Marcus Reed had always believed that good detectives followed the evidence.
Not instincts.
Not rumors.
Not fear.
Evidence.
Yet as he drove through the quiet streets of Austin before sunrise, he couldn’t explain why he had kept the message from Zach and Emily.
Maybe it was because the letter had been addressed to him.
Maybe it was because whoever was behind this had predicted his every move.
Or maybe…
He didn’t want to risk leading danger back to the Hunter family.
The streets were nearly empty.
Christmas decorations still hung from lamp posts, glowing faintly in the early morning darkness.
Marcus pulled into the parking lot of Austin Union Station.
The old building was beginning to wake.
Commuters hurried toward the platforms with steaming cups of coffee.
Announcements echoe
