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The man looks at Sage’s backpack.

Then he laughs.

I stand.

“What did Greg tell Navarro?”

“I don’t know.”

Arthur crouches beside him.

The prisoner’s laughter stops.

“Think harder,” Arthur says.

The man looks from Arthur to me.

“Greg told him the girl stole something when she escaped the warehouse.”

“What did she steal?”

“A list.”

“What kind of list?”

“Names. Payments. Delivery locations.”

Sage never mentioned a list.

Maybe she doesn’t know she has it.

Maybe Greg hid it among her belongings before the warehouse raid.

Or maybe this man is lying.

I look down at the backpack.

Three hundred and twelve letters.

Photographs.

Clothes.

Everything Sage carried for two years.

Somewhere inside it may be the evidence Navarro believes can destroy him.

Sirens fill the Iron Ridge compound.

Federal vehicles arrive behind the fire engines.

Sheriff Vega steps from the first SUV.

I lift Sage’s backpack.

The house burns behind me.

My men surround me.