Walker continued to interrogate Riordan and Collin as Spinelli and Marsh searched the first bedroom, which closely resembled his room next door. He must have mentally kicked himself a thousand times. She'd been right next to him this entire time. His chest constricted at the mere thought of how scared she had probably been during this whole ordeal. Though her strength brought a smidgen of comfort to him, she'd been through so much already these past several months he worried how much more she could take. At least she had Anna with her, or so he hoped.
Spinelli's gaze zoned in on the wedding dress that lay over the back of the small leather chair facing the fireplace. He held the hanger in the air. Unease curled in his stomach at the thought of what nearly happened to Shannon today. A wave
