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“You said he lives where he’s always lived. Where is that?”

“I don’t know. He has a place in the forest. Some land near the coast.”

Ray straightened. “Wait a minute. Like out Highway 26? Over the Coast Range?”

“Yes, I believe that is where Nico said he lives.”

Mason looked at Ray. “What’s wrong?”

“Brody emailed me earlier. He said he’d located someone from the church who had some of the old church records and had passed Victoria Peres’s contact information to him. She’d told him she would head out there tonight. Brody didn’t say it was the pastor of the church, but I know the address is out in the middle of nowhere on the way to the coast. I think he found Abbadelli. But why didn’t he say so?”

“I don’t think he goes by Abbadelli anymore. I think he’s changed his name to something else,” added Esther. “I don’t know what name.”

“Get someone out to that address. And call Dr. Peres. See if she’s headed out there yet.”

His buzzing phone distracted him. “Callahan.”

“Detective, it’s Katy Morris again. I wanted to let you know we found Trinity, but thank you for your concern.”

Mason had nearly forgotten about the teen since the Abbadelli revelations. “Ms. Morris, we were just talking about you. Did you ever work with a Jackie Carey in your practice?”

Katy paused. “Yes, why?”

“That was her son with the gun at the memorial service. Is it possible he’d be angry if he saw you?”

Katy coughed. “Angry is putting it mildly, detective. Are you saying seeing me is what set off that teen?”

“It’s possible,” said Mason.

“Well, I told them to get him into counseling. Damn it! I knew that kid was a ticking bomb. I’m glad they’ve got him now. Maybe he’ll get the attention he needs.”

“I don’t understand what’s going on in teenage brains these days. But Trinity has been found? She turned up okay?” Mason asked.

“Yes, the car was washed off a road, but she and the boy with her are okay.”

“Thank God. So there was a boy. Is the car damaged badly?”

“I don’t know. Victoria Peres found her on the other side of the Coast Range. Can you believe that? She left me a message, but I haven’t been able to reach her. I think there’s no signal.”

Every alarm went off in Mason’s head. “Coast Range? Where was she going?”

“Beats the hell out of me. We’ll be having a deep discussion about this incident.”

“Who was the boy she was with?”

“I don’t know that either,” Katy admitted.

Mason looked at Ray. “Trinity Viders was found by Victoria Peres on the other side of the Coast Range. With a teen boy. How much do you want to bet it’s Abbadelli’s grandson?”

“Jason?” Esther asked. “She’s with him?” Fear filled her face. “I wouldn’t trust him. He must be taking her to his grandfather. What are they going to do to her?”

“And it sounds like Dr. Peres found a link to the birth records’ source. In the same place,” Ray stated. His face was grim.

“Detective, what are you talking about?” Katy asked, concern filling her voice.

“Dr. Peres didn’t tell you exactly where she’d found Trinity?” he asked.

“No. All she said was that they’d spotted her car and were getting her out. She did say she’d called nine-one-one.”

“They will know where her call came from. We’ll trace them through their system.” He tipped the phone away from his ear and gestured to Ray. “Dr. Peres placed a nine-one-one call about the car being washed off the road. See if they got a reading on her location.”

“What is going on?” Katy nearly yelled. “Is Trinity all right?”

“We’re going to find out, Ms. Morris.”

Mason mentally crossed his fingers.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Victoria asked again. She didn’t like the amount of blood that was soaking through Jason’s jeans below his knees. He’d climbed out of her SUV in slow motion, moving gingerly, trying not to bump his legs on the truck door. Seth came around the front of the vehicle, stopped next to Victoria, and squinted at Jason’s pants in the dim light.

“Wow. You’re really bleeding.”

Jason swallowed hard and looked at the front door of the little house. They’d stopped in front of an old A-frame cabin that looked straight out of a campground from the 1950s. Victoria could make out some smaller outbuildings scattered around the forested property, but this was the only one with lights on inside. The entire area was dark. The rain clouds and firs shadowed the area, creating an atmosphere of midnight when in reality, the sun had set only an hour ago. The cabin was built on a slightly elevated piece of ground, avoiding the possibility of flooding like the low area they’d crossed minutes before. The Coast Range sloped up behind the cabin, giving the impression that it grew out of the back of the residence.

Victoria followed Jason’s gaze to the cabin. “Are you sure someone’s home?”

“Yes, I talked to him earlier.”

“Maybe you should be the one to knock. Although I think he’s expecting me, too. Is your grandfather Cecil Adams?” Victoria asked.

Jason met her gaze, and she didn’t like the level of alarm in his eyes. “Yes, why are you seeing him?”