Lou pulled the sheet of paper from her pocket and looked at the names again. The sunlight filtering through the park’s trees danced prettily across the page while children screamed and laughed from the jungle gym behind her.
Where to start?
Where to start?King hadn’t included any information except the men’s names. She didn’t know what time zone they were in or if they might not be alone. All she could do was look at the list and wait for her compass to give her a better sense of where to go first.
As her eyes fell on the name Bates, a sharp tug hooked through her navel.
“Bates it is,” she murmured, and walked toward the large shadows collected beneath the live oak in front of her.
She stepped into the darkness, and while it was thin, it was still enough to pool along her skin and off
