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Shadow doesn’t answer right away. His jaw flexes, eyes darting toward me like he’s debating whether to speak.

“Shadow,” I press, my patience thinking.

He looks like he is reconsidering telling me whatever it is he was told

“What. Did. They. Find?”

He swallows. “The car.”

The world seems to stop moving. For a heartbeat, even my pulse freezes.

“Where?”

“About four miles downstream,” he says quietly. “No sign of the two though.”

A gasp ...