“What happened to Becky?” Eliza persisted, steering Ramie back forcibly.

Her voice was whipcord strong, snapping over Ramie and making her compliant. Anger bristled Caleb, his nostrils quivering. He held up his hand to stop it all but Dane shook his head.

“Wait,” Dane said quietly.

Ramie stood as still as a statue, her features frozen. Caleb reached for one of her hands, and she flinched at the contact. Her fingers were icy and goose bumps spread rapidly up her arm, every hair on end. She snatched her hand back as if he’d burned her, and she cupped the hand he’d touched with her other, rubbing absently as if he’d injured her.

“There was one police officer who at least looked as though he hadn’t already judged me and found me guilty. He kept silent, watching the father. And me. I think he knew, or suspected. He separated me from my foster parents, telling them he needed to question me. When we were alone, he told me that he’d done research on me. And that he thought I could help find Becky. He said if I’d help find her that he would make sure I was placed with another family—a good one.”

“He blackmailed you,” Eliza said in an appalled voice.

“You agreed,” Caleb said grimly.

His stomach turned over and he traded glances with Eliza and Dane, saw the same knowledge on their faces of where this was going. It sickened him. He’d do anything to protect Ramie from her past, but there was nothing he could do. The damage was already done. Maybe she’d never recover.

Ramie nodded slowly. “Yes. I agreed. Of course I agreed. I had to prove that I had nothing to do with her disappearance.”

She closed her eyes, visible pain furrowing her brow. She swayed on her feet and Caleb wrapped his fingers around her arm just above her elbow to steady her. This time she didn’t flinch away from him, but he was calmer now. He had to be more careful to control his thoughts and not hurt her with his emotions.

“Becky’s father said he’d found her backpack on the roadway where she walked from school, that he found it when she didn’t come home and he got worried. He truly didn’t believe in my abilities or he would have never given me that backpack. He called me a scammer. An exploiter of parents frantic to find their children. Of people trying desperately to find a loved one. I didn’t need to touch the bag to know he’d done something terrible. The police officer knew the same. And yet I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. I picked up that backpack and then I immediately bent over and threw up. And I kept throwing up. I didn’t think I’d ever stop.”

Ramie went silent, her eyes haunted and her throat working up and down as if she were trying to prevent herself from throwing up now.

“What did you see?” Eliza prompted gently.

Ramie licked her lips. Her face was chalk white, and her shaking intensified. Eliza quickly ran cold water over a washcloth, wrung it out and then held it to Ramie’s face. Eliza’s hand was on Ramie’s shoulder, her touch motherly even though there wasn’t a large gap in age between the two women.

It took a few moments for Ramie to compose herself. She sucked in several steadying breaths, and her chest rose and fell harshly, as if she were swallowing away her nausea. Then she sank onto the closed commode seat and scrubbed both hands over her face.

“I was terrified to call him out. I was too afraid of what he might do. The police officer knew, though. He whispered to me where the father couldn’t hear and all he asked me was ‘Where?’ ”

“I told him where to find my foster sister, but I knew they’d be too late. He left her there to die, and I wasn’t in time to save her. Sometimes I wonder if she only stayed alive long enough for someone to know what he’d done. She was so young, so good. How could she have come from such evil?”

Caleb slid his hand into Ramie’s hair and then knelt in front of her. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, uncaring of Eliza’s and Dane’s presence.

“I’m so sorry, honey.”

She twined her arms around his neck and clung to him. He leaned in, touching his forehead to hers, and then he wrapped his arms around her slight body.

“I have to do this, Caleb,” she whispered. “Not only for myself, but for you. For Tori. For the woman who is suffering while we argue her fate. I have to do this. I’ll never be able to live with myself if she dies and I did nothing to help her.”

He closed his eyes, knowing she was right but hating it all the same. He turned his head to look up at Eliza and Dane, who still stood in the doorway.

“Make the call,” he said shortly.

“I guess that means we’re not fired,” Eliza murmured as she brushed past Dane and disappeared down the hallway.

SEVENTEEN

RAMIE sat on the edge of the couch, her gaze focused forward. She rubbed her palms up and down her pants legs and then wrapped her arms around herself, her fingers pressing into her flesh.

She wasn’t even aware of the fact that she rocked back and forth, distress radiating from her in waves. Caleb felt powerless, unable to shield her from what she was about to do.

Her lips thinned and her gaze flickered in question. Her gaze found Eliza.

“How could you possibly know there’s another victim?”

Caleb frowned when he saw Eliza glance rapidly at Dane and they both frowned.

“That’s a very good question,” Caleb said softly. “I think you forget who signs your paychecks.”

“He’s taunting you,” Eliza said bluntly. “He called it in himself. He wanted you to know, to track him. The victim is his message to you.”