Mason thought back to the dozens of Cops 4 Kidz events he’d attended. Basketball games, auctions, formal parties. He’d been proud to volunteer for the organization; it did good work in the community and produced results. He still kept in touch with some of the boys—now men—he’d mentored when there’d been no father figure in their lives.

The young men weren’t on the streets, and they weren’t in prison. Some of the kids he’d seen go through the program had had an amazing number of strikes against them and no amount of mentoring could help, but Mason still strove to give what he could. Being on the board of the organization wasn’t quite as rewarding, but he felt as if he helped.

“Henry says Micah was in the mentoring program. But Regina says he wasn’t mentored by the cops who were killed,” said Ava. “Dammit. Why isn’t this adding up?”

Her phone buzzed again. “He says Regina can’t remember the names of the men who did mentor Micah. I’ll call the director and find out who worked with him,” said Ava.

We’re onto something here.

But Mason couldn’t connect the dots.

A half hour later Ava still hadn’t heard back from the director of Cops 4 Kidz. Mason paced the task force room as Ava took a turn questioning Micah Zuch. Mason wondered if he should go knock on Scott Heuser’s front door.

His phone rang. “Callahan,” he snapped.

“Detective Callahan, this is Jolene Kersey.”

Mason abruptly refocused at the voice of Jayne’s doctor and all thoughts of Micah Zuch shot out of his head. “What happened? What’d she do?”

“Is Ava with you?” the doctor asked hesitantly.

“Not at the minute. Do I need to get her?”

“No, not yet.” She paused, and Mason’s heart rate tripled.

“What happened to Jayne?” he asked, holding his breath. His knuckles blanched as he clenched his phone, and he was glad he was the only person in the room.

“We don’t know,” said Dr. Kersey. “She’s missing.”

“What?” Relief and concern simultaneously swamped him. Every day he expected a phone call stating that Ava’s twin had committed suicide. Or burned down the rehab center. He knew Ava waited for the same call and had been waiting for most of her life.

A call that stated Jayne was simply missing was a relief.

“We just did the evening check. The residents are to be in their rooms by now. Jayne is nowhere to be found. We’ve searched all the buildings.”

“Did you check the other residents’ rooms to see if she was hiding?” Suspicion grew in his stomach.

“Yes.” Dr. Kersey’s tone sounded slightly guilty.

“Is there another resident missing?”

Dr. Kersey sighed. “Yes, we have a male resident missing, too. I just got off the phone with his family.”

I knew it. His brain spun. Should he tell Ava now? Or wait for the rehab center to look some more?

“I’m sorry, Detective Callahan. I don’t know how this happened.”

Mason knew.

“Is the other missing resident the one Jayne referred to in her last letter to Ava? The one I talked to you about?” he asked.

“Yes,” the doctor said reluctantly. “We’ve been watching them. Some of the other employees had voiced your same concerns about Jayne and Brady.”

“Brady?”

“His name is Brady Shurr. We’ve notified the police that they’re missing.”

“They’re both adults. I doubt the police were very interested.”

“That’s true. But we have a policy to follow and notifying the police after a thorough search is the first step. Calling family is second.”

Mason wanted to tell her to pull the stick out of her ass. If Dr. Kersey had listened when he and the other therapist had warned her about Jayne and her new obsession, she wouldn’t be filing reports due to their policy.

“Shurr,” he repeated. “As in Shurr car dealerships?”

“Yes, that’s his family.”

He remembered that Heidi Lain had told him the man came from a family with money. She hadn’t been exaggerating. The Shurr dealerships had dominated the Portland metropolitan area for decades.

Jayne knew how to sniff out money.

“Brady Shurr is married, right?”

“Yes,” the doctor said in a disappointed tone.

Mason wondered how much of the man would be left once Jayne had used him up and tossed him aside. If Brady’s wife had half a brain, she was already filing for divorce.

Will Jayne contact Ava?

Mason blew out a breath as he remembered he’d activated his home’s security system before he’d left that morning. If Jayne and her new boyfriend decided to break in, they were in for a deafening alarm. Assuming Jayne knew where they lived. As far as he knew, Ava had never told her twin that they’d moved. For good reason.

“I hope this doesn’t influence how you feel about the work we do here, Detective. We work very—”

“Are you kidding me?” Mason bit back harsh words. “You let a patient out! Two patients. Two people who have no business wandering around in public right now. I don’t know Brady Shurr’s situation, but if Jayne managed to manipulate him, he’s emotionally unstable, and the worst part is I warned you! Your staff warned you!”

“Brady Shurr’s family would appreciate—”