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Margot was still wrapped up in Sandy’s arms when her phone rang. She’d gotten so caught up in praying with her friend that she’d almost forgot about the detective.
Almost.
“Yes? This is Margot.” Her voice was breathless as she answered her cell.
“Drisklay,” he answered curtly.
The air gushed out of her lungs as soon as she heard his voice. “Do you know where Becky is? Did you get her yet?”
“Security cameras were able to track her from here to a second motel. We believe that’s where she’s being held.”
“Held? But she’s okay, right? You’re going in there to get her?”
“The Las Vegas Police Department is working on it right now. I just wanted to let you know we’re getting closer.”
“And you know she’s in there?” Margot insisted. “You’re sure their cameras have the right place?”
