Page 393 of Hidden Depths
Ben didn’t ask about Ivy.
Or Willow.
Or Hazel.
“Have we heard from Calle?”
His voice was controlled.
Too controlled.
“No,” I said.
“Did Ross say where he was taking her?”
“Blackwater.”
“When?”
“He didn’t say.”
“Vehicle?”
“A white van left the pier.”
“Plate?”
“John didn’t see it.”
“Direction?”
“South.”
Every question came quickly.
Precisely.
As if Ben could build a map from fragments and force it to lead him to my sister.
Ward watched him through the open window.
Something passed between the two men.
Not understanding.
Recognition.
Ward knew.
Maybe he’d known before Ben did.
The road curved around the cliffs.
Lights appeared ahead.
Blue.
Red.
