Chapter 24
Logan could hear dogs in the background as he moved through the brush, his flashlight illuminating odd tracks. He had to back up, running his flashlight along the ground, taking a second to try to reorient himself. He was rusty, and he wanted to kick his own ass for not picking this up sooner. He’d been following Trinity’s tracks, which had suddenly ended, and he now caught the impression of someone being dragged. He shone his flashlight around the area and noticed a bent branch. The trail looked as if something had come through this way—then the same footprints, the deep grooves, the diagonal traction. Logan cursed under his breath. The tracks deepened, as if the person was now carrying some weight…much more than the weight of a little girl who weighed next to nothing.
“Tom,
