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Drisklay got off the phone with Mrs. Linklater. She’d made arrangements to fly out to Vegas and was just a few minutes away from boarding the plane. He promised to send her an email if anything new developed, and he looked forward to the fact that he wouldn’t have to answer any more of her frantic calls for the next several hours while she was in the air.
He’d already called Alexi, filling his partner in. Everything was in the hands of the FBI and the Vegas police now, even though from the looks of it they’d let his victim slip right through their fingers. Well, Becky Linklater was out there somewhere. Just like he’d told her mother, if Becky was smart, she’d call 911 or get herself to an emergency room, and then this whole nightmare would be behind her.
He figured Caroline woul
