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Margot’s hand trembled as she clutched her phone against her ear. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“Mrs. Linklater, your daughter wasn’t in the motel by the time the men arrived.” Detective Drisklay’s voice held a hint of compassion. Margot wondered if in her shock her mind had simply made it up.
“But you said you had surveillance. You said that’s where she’d been held.” Her head was swimming. It felt as if she were in some sort of déjà vu loop where she kept asking the same questions and the detective kept repeating the same answers, and still she couldn’t understand.
The detective sounded uncharacteristically patient. “We found a girl on the scene. She was pretty injured. They’re taking her to the hospital now. She helped Becky run away. She got your daughter away from the people
