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Disbelief turned her to stone.

Now she couldn’t even jump. Couldn’t choose how she wanted to die. She just had to pray she could get to her phone that might still be on board—if the damn battery wasn’t dead.

She met his self-satisfied stare.

Ferocious rage emanated off her in waves. She wouldn’t leave this world without taking him with her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“He never returned?” Havoc said into his phone. He locked gazes with Troy. “You sure, Marissa?”

Troy balled his hands into fists. There had to be a fucking way to trace Spencer. He opened his mouth just as Havoc said almost the same thing to Marissa. A few seconds later, he thanked her and hung up.

“They don’t keep trackers on the officers. Just on the vehicles.”

“Fuck.” Troy’s pulse slowed with concentration. They were getting closer. He could feel it in his bones. His instincts had kicked in after temporarily being sidelined by panic. He needed to keep his head in the right lane.

“What did she say when you asked about the yacht?”

“She said they had the Coast Guard out but never found it.”

Interesting. That was something they needed to look at. There were only so many places to hide a yacht, and with Craig in town trying to get to Paige, he hadn’t been out on it.

Perhaps Lettie knew more than she seemed—or knew something she didn’t think was valuable. There had to be something that would lead them to Spencer.

He snapped his fingers. “It might be a long shot, but it’s worth asking Lettie if she can track his personal cell.”

Havoc got to his feet. “Could be a stepping stone. Lemme get her number.”

Minutes later, Havoc had her contact info on the screen. “Want me to call her?”

Troy took the device. “I think she’ll be more comfortable talking to me.”

The line rang through the speaker.

“Hello?” Lettie’s tear-filled greeting would’ve struck him with regret if his attention weren’t solely on Paige.

“Lettie, it’s Troy. We met at your place earlier.”

A beat passed. “What do you want? Did you . . . did you find Spencer?” Anger, concern, and eagerness combated inside her voice.

“No, we haven’t. I was hoping you could track his phone.” He rattled off the common app that most people used on their family members’ devices to locate them and she admitted they both used the app.

“I know he’s helping Craig. I’m not stupid. But what are you going to do to him if you find him?” She sniffed. “He’s my son’s father. I don’t want him hurt. I need to speak to him myself and hear what he has to say.”

“I’m not going to hurt him, Lettie.” At least not permanently. “We traced the vehicle he took from home. We know what direction it headed, but it hasn’t come back. We spoke to someone at the police department who confirmed he hasn’t returned for his shift.”

Silence passed for three heartbeats.

“That’s not like him.”

“If you can locate his device, we’ll find him.”

“I don’t know.”

Her indecision urged him on.

“Please, Lettie. If not to find him, at least do it so we can bring Paige home. We don’t need another innocent woman killed. There’s still time to find her.” I hope.