Duke slipped the tracker into a plastic bag—he always kept some with him—and then into his pocket. Pressure built behind his ribs.
“This guy knew Rupert had it,” Ben muttered, shaking his head with obvious disgust.
They hadn’t followed Rupert here, Duke realized. They’d been led to this location.
But why? How did this fit into the game?
Duke scanned the trailer again, slower now. Looking for anything that didn’t belong.
A chair sat pulled back from the table. Not shoved. Just enough to suggest someone had stood without urgency.
He leaned closer. Duct tape residue clung to one leg.
“Let’s check the outside for any type of prints that might indicate where they went,” Duke said.
Ranger and Ben followed him through the door.
As he stood on the steps and glanced around the desolate area, his pulse kicked harder.
Where had this guy taken Rupert?
Andi sat in the passenger seat, her hands braced on her knees, her eyes fixed on the trailer.
She watched as Duke, Ranger, and Ben filed out and began searching the perimeter.
As they did, her gaze dropped, tracing the line where the trailer met the ground.
Cinder blocks. Scrub grass. Discarded trash caught in the dirt.
Then—
A blink.
Faint. Quick. Almost nothing.
Her breath caught.
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead closer to the glass.
There it was again.
A pulse of red beneath the trailer.
Then darkness.
Then another pulse.
Cold spread through her chest, sharp and immediate.
“No,” she breathed.
Her pulse roared in her ears as pieces slammed together.
This wasn’t a holding site.
It was a trap.
She threw the door open.
