Blood ties work in mysterious ways. In the dim, crowded holding area of the precinct, Hazel immediately spotted her daughtera girl with a cascade of wavy hair, turned away from her. There were a dozen young faces behind bars, four or five of them girls, yet Hazels instinct didnt waver. That was Caro. Her Caro.

Just to her left stood a boy with auburn hair and pale skin, dressed in a black T-shirt. It had to be Henrythe one Caro had insisted she needed to bail out, the same boy ...