Chapter 10 - Tracing The Kidnappers To A Remote Woodland Safehouse
The tracking beacon Miller had secretly planted on Mark’s luxury sedan blinked steadily on the dashboard tablet.
Instead of heading to the Manhattan charity gala, Mark’s car had veered north onto the Taconic Parkway toward the Berkshire mountains.
Nora and Miller trailed three car lengths behind in an unmarked sedan, their headlights extinguished in the heavy mountain fog.
The winding asphalt roads grew steeper and more isolated as they crossed the state line into rural Massachusetts.
The blinking dot on the tablet slowed down, turning onto a private logging road marked with private property signs.
They killed the engine a quarter-mile away, continuing on foot through the freezing pine forest under the pale moonlight.
Through the trees, a modern glass-and-timber cabin sat nestled against the edge of a jagged granite cliff overlooking a dark lake.
Parked in the gravel driveway was the exact black SUV that had carried Lily away from the supermarket parking lot.
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Mark’s luxury sedan stood parked right beside it, its engine block still ticking warmly in the cold night air.
Nora crept closer to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, peering through a crack in the heavy velvet drapes.
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