Tasha was already grabbing her keys, eyes narrowed. "Do you actually know this Frank guy?"

"Yeah. He's the neighbor with the koi pond. Brought us cookies at Christmas."

"You sure?"

"Pretty sure." But doubt crept in. What if it's a trap?

"Then let's go. But carefully." Tasha made for the door. "And Kim? We're taking my car. If something feels off, we leave immediately."

"Agreed."

In the car, as Tasha navigated toward the highway, Kimberly stared at the photograph in her hand again. The ...