Say Goodbye (Romantic Suspense #25) by Karen Rose

            Croft’s brows flew up. “A duplicate? How?”

            “3D printer.”

            Croft frowned. “Shit. I hate those things.”

            “They certainly have their place for legit projects, but they do muck things up.” Guns were a particular concern, but license plates were also becoming a problem.

            “Can a 3D printer really make a plate that looks real? Because that one looks real.”

            “Google it. Include ‘toy’ and ‘custom’ in your search field. You should find a tutorial or two with no—”

            “Shit,” she interrupted, having immediately done the search.

            “No trouble,” he finished. Tom put his phone in his breast pocket as his personal phone buzzed in the pocket of his trousers, announcing an incoming text. “Give me a second.”

            Croft watched him retrieve his personal phone. “Not the burner because it’s blue. Personal, I’m guessing.”

            “Yeah. I’d normally let it go, but . . .” He didn’t want to admit it, but he was still unsteady at the thought of Liza standing in front of that glass door. He knew she was all right, but still.

            The text was, indeed, from Liza. But not to tell him that she’d arrived safely at the Sokolovs’, as he’d asked her to do. No, this message was curt and to the point.

            Abigail saw DJ’s *second* tattoo. Rodriguez says it’s a gang design. Thought u should know.

            Oh wow. First Cameron Cook, and now this. Two leads in the same day after weeks of nothing. He showed the text to Croft. “Next stop, the Sokolovs’?”

            She nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Absolutely.”





FIVE



EDEN, CALIFORNIA

            WEDNESDAY, MAY 24, 12:00 P.M.





Anything?” Hayley whispered when Graham sidled up behind where she sat on the makeshift bench.

            Pastor had designated the largest of the caves to be the church. Because of course he would. Most of the parishioners would sit on the stone floor during services, but she, as a pregnant woman, was allowed to sit on a half-rotten plank balanced on two large rocks.

            If the last site was primitive, this place was prehistoric. Please, don’t make me have my baby here. Please.

            Graham palmed her shoulders, giving her a massage that nearly had her crying where she sat. Everything hurt. “Nothing that’ll help us get out,” he murmured. “I still can’t find the computer or the dish.”

            Hayley had used her pregnancy as an excuse to visit the clinic as often as she could, and each time she attempted a peek into the office. There was no longer a door keeping everyone out of the office. Only a curtain. The outer entrance to the clinic was secured by a sliding wooden door, bolted into the rock itself.

            They could only hope that the computer had been brought with them to the caves, because it wasn’t on the healer’s desk. Hayley had finally managed a glimpse of the clean desk when Sister Coleen had emerged from her office a few days ago. The older woman had looked pale and was coughing, like she needed a healer herself.

            The caves were damp and cold. Only the areas near the entrance had ventilation, so fires were only allowed there. Most Edenites had no heat and had quietly grumbled—when no one in authority was there to hear them—and wrapped themselves up in handwoven blankets to stay warm.

            Hayley had grown up in San Francisco, so the damp cold wasn’t anything new. Still, this was a miserable way to live. Pastor had promised it wouldn’t be much longer, that they were waiting for the roads to clear of snow so that they could move to an actual settlement site.

            Snow. In freaking May. It was crazy, but it was their reality. She’d had a vague notion of areas in California where the snow lingered this late in the year, but that was up in Lassen National Park. Her class had been forced to cancel an end-of-year field trip to Lassen’s volcanic fields because the roads hadn’t been cleared in June.

            She assumed they were somewhere near that now because of the snow and the caves, but she had no way to be certain. Especially since Graham had been unable to find the computer. He’d even risked being sentenced to the box by leaving the caves to search the surrounding area.