Chapter Nine
Mark was trying to figure out Billy Jo’s passcode, knowing her dad was already on his way to the island after demanding every detail Mark couldn’t share. How long would it be until he walked through the door and likely made his life a living hell? He’d heard it in his voice: The man wasn’t going to wait for anyone to call him or swallow any part of his official response.
“I can’t talk about an ongoing investigation,” Mark had said, and what had Chase replied?
“Don’t give me that bureaucratic official bullshit. I’m one call away from going over your head.”
Of course, he believed him.
“I’m looking,” he said. “We don’t know why she was taken. Someone called her, and we’re just waiting on the number from the cell phone company. Her car was found in an abandoned field, her cel
