Van

“I’m telling you what the state patrol officer just told me,” I said to Rob Landon, the private detective. “Julia’s number is pinging in Ironwood, Michigan.”

“It wasn’t Phillip. I’ve been tailing him since this morning.”

Letting out a long breath, I sat back against my desk chair. “You’re sure? You have visual confirmation?” Yes, I wanted evidence. I wanted more than that. I wanted my brother’s head ...