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To Emma’s Home
Monday
5:30 p.m.
Emma’s anxious voice had Killian dropping the tarp and cones he’d been using to preserve evidence, draw his g*n and take off running.
What had she discovered?
Was she in danger?
When she didn’t yell again, he thought about calling her name. But the possibility he could somehow jeopardize her safety had him continuing in silence.
Once he’d reached Sydney’s driveway, Killian navigated the ruts, trying to follow the fresher footprints. As he neared the bend, he slowed his steps, listening, hoping to hear something...anything to assure him his girl was safe.
A copse of pine trees grew close to the pavement on his right, and for a moment, he considered detouring into them. But the deep snow and debris would diminish his possibility of stealth.
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