Cold Case at Carlton's Canyon. Rita Herron

laptop. “I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Let’s go see her car, then we’ll question the ex-boyfriend. If he drives a gray car, he might be our perp.”

      Justin’s nerves jangled. He hoped to hell the ex was the man they were looking for. They might have a chance of getting Kelly back.

      If not, she might disappear for months or years...or forever...like some of the other victims. And her father and fiancé might never know what happened to her.

      * * *

      AMANDA AND JUSTIN left with a word to Fisher that they’d keep him updated. Without even discussing the situation, they silently agreed not to tell him about finding Kelly’s car.

      “What kind of car does Mr. Lambert drive?” Justin asked as Amanda drove toward Old River Mill Road.

      “A silver Mercedes.”

      “So far, Fisher and Lambert’s stories hold up.”

      A sense of trepidation overcame Amanda. The image of Kelly’s wedding dress hanging in the closet taunted her. Poor Kelly...she had been excited about her wedding.

      And now it may never happen....

      Night shadows hovered along the road, a breeze stirring the dead leaves and blowing them across the road like tumbleweed. Everything was dry this time of year, the temperature chilly.

      Deserted land and cacti sprang up, making her wonder why Kelly would have been driving out on Old Mill River Road. Where had she been going?

      Had she been planning to meet someone? If so, whom?

      And why out here in the middle of nowhere?

      Amanda wound down the road, noting signs for rental cabins along the creek a few miles to the north, but spotted her deputy’s car ahead and pulled over.

      “Why was she out here?” Justin asked as he climbed out.

      She grabbed two flashlights, tossed him one, then retrieved her camera and a crime kit. “I was thinking the same thing.” She spotted the red Toyota down in the ditch. Her deputy walked toward them along the side of the road. “How did you find the car?” she asked.

      “Tracked her cell phone.” Deputy Morgan held it up in his gloved hand. “Battery was low but it was still on.”

      “Did you check her call history?” Amanda asked.

      Deputy Morgan glanced at the Ranger, then at her, and Amanda realized she hadn’t introduced them. She quickly covered the bases and tugged on gloves

      “Did you get anything from the phone?” Justin asked.

      “Her last call was to a girl named Anise yesterday about ten a.m. After that, there were dozens of messages from the father and fiancé.”

      Amanda took the phone and clicked to listen to a couple. Each message sounded more frantic and panicked. “Fisher and Lambert both sound worried,” she said.

      “What about texts?” Justin asked.

      Amanda checked the text log. “There’s a couple from Fisher. He sounds more and more anxious as the night wore on.”

      “Fits with what they told us,” Justin commented.

      She continued to scroll backward. “Wait a minute. There’s one here that came in yesterday about nine a.m. It’s from someone named Hailey. She asked Kelly to meet her at the cabins I saw on that rental sign. Something about a surprise for her fiancé.”

      “We need talk to her. She may have had the last communication with Kelly.”

      Amanda handed him the phone. “You want to call the tech team and have them trace that text?”

      “Sure.” He glanced at the deputy. “Did you call a crime team in?”

      The deputy nodded. “They should be here any minute.”

      Amanda tried to recall if there had been a girl named Hailey in their graduating class, but couldn’t remember one. Maybe Kelly had met her at college instead of in Sunset Mesa. Or maybe she was a real-estate developer or event planner.

      She shone her flashlight along the road as she followed the deputy, her heart hammering when he pointed out the blood trail near the car. Determined not to miss anything, she snapped photos of the car and surrounding area.

      The driver’s door was open, the front window and bumper smashed, the weeds and brush crushed from the weight of footsteps—or a body.

      Blood dotted the front seat and was splattered against the steering wheel.

      But there was no sign of Kelly anywhere.

      Except for her purse. It had fallen onto the floor, probably from the impact. Kelly’s lipstick, wallet and compact, along with other miscellaneous items, had spilled across the mat.

      Amanda picked up the wallet and looked inside. Driver’s license and credit cards intact. Fifty dollars.

      Not a robbery.

      A cold chill swept over Amanda.

      Judging from the blood on the seat, Kelly was injured. Although the amount of blood didn’t suggest there was enough blood loss to kill her.

      But since had been injured, she’d been easy prey, too weak to fight off a kidnapper or escape.

      Chapter Five

      Justin looked up and down the road while he waited on tech to check the phone records. The tire marks needed to be photographed and studied—maybe they could discern the make of the car from the prints.

      They might even get lucky and find some forensics evidence to help them.

      The tech cleared his throat into the phone. “Okay, the text from Hailey came from a burner phone. There’s no way to trace it or find out who bought the phone.”

      Dammit. “What about the fiancé’s phone records? He said he received a text from Kelly saying she was going to spend the night with a friend named Betty Jacobs. But Betty said she didn’t come over. Did Kelly call the Jacobs girl?”

      A slight hesitation, and Justin heard computer keys tapping, then the tech’s voice again. “There’s a minute-long call to Betty Jacobs yesterday morning about eight o’clock but nothing afterward.”

      Justin headed down the hill to examine the car, noting the blood splatters on the car door. “Check Fisher’s records.”

      Another moment passed and Justin reached Amanda. She and the deputy were searching the trees surrounding the car crash.

      He shone a flashlight and caught sight of a partial footprint to the left, then noticed a stiletto heel stuck in a patch of weeds.

      “Sergeant Thorpe,” the crime tech said. “I just examined Fisher’s phone and you won’t believe this, but the text that Kelly received from the burner phone—well, that came from the same phone that sent the message to Fisher saying Kelly wouldn’t be home that night.”

      “So Kelly didn’t send that text to Fisher. The kidnapper did.”

      “I’m surprised Fisher didn’t notice that the number was different.”

      “There are a lot of their friends in town for the reunion. Maybe he thought she was using one of their phones.”

      The facts clicked together in Justin’s mind, giving him a good idea of what had happened. He told the tech to keep looking at all the phone records from Lambert, Fisher and Kelly, then hung up and called out to Amanda.

      “Did you find something?” Amanda asked.

      “A shoe.” He pointed to the foliage and Amanda raced over, then knelt to examine it. Her gaze shot back and forth from the car door to the wooded area and the trail leading back up to the road. “The driver hit Kelly’s car, then dragged her from the crash and forced