Page 255

“Possible connection to Sally Bennett.”

Sage’s fingers go cold in mine.

“Sally?”

Sean leans toward the monitor.

“What connection?”

“No details.”

Sage stares at Marisol’s photograph.

“I know her.”

Every person in the room turns.

“From where?” I ask.

“The warehouse.”

“I remember she was leaving the when we came in.”

My chest tightens.

“Are you sure?”

“I think so.”

“Take your time,” Sean says.

Sage leans closer to the screen.

“She was there the night Greg took me.”

“What did you see?”

“She was being pushed toward a car behind the warehouse.”

“Did she see you?” Taylor asks.

“No. Greg took me through a side door. I only saw her for a few seconds.”

“Was she alone?”

“Two men were with her.”

“Did she get into the car?”

“I don’t know.”

Sage closes her eyes.

“I started asking Greg questions. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.”

“How long before you escaped?” Sean asks.

“Maybe twenty minutes.”