Dan was quick to anger, always had been; could that anger get out of control if his family was threatened? Holly and a baby could definitely stick a pin in his happy family bubble. There were more questions bumping into each other in my brain. Had he known Holly was dead before he went to that apartment? I only thought of that one when I hit the ramp to the I-95 but I kept coming back to the biggest question of all. Did Dan know where Holly’s baby was? Hannah and Angel would be about the same age. Maybe Angel was hiding in plain sight. Maybe I’d already found Angel. At the borrowed beach house I turned on an antiquated computer that the owners had left behind. Surfing the back alleys of the Internet and delving into the seedy side of paradise, I went through half a dozen Sarasota escort services before I found Holly at the Angel Escort Agency. On the screen she was no longer the woman I remembered, bubbling and alive. She’d been turned into a lifeless mannequin, a plaything for perverts.
