Trevor had secretly hoped that both the questions would have been resolved by the time they buried Faye. But the slain nanny’s funeral had come and gone and still the questions remained. Who had done this and why? And where was Avery? The situation was taking a definite toll on Trevor. Drained, frustrated and verging on desperate, he’d returned to the wing of the mansion he occupied. Because she was concerned about him, Gabby had insisted on coming with him to make sure he went home rather than going off somewhere half-cocked. He’d been silent on the ride back to the ranch, but she was getting used to that, even though she still didn’t like it. And then, as he unlocked his door and walked in, he broke his self-imposed silence by saying, “The first twenty-four hours after a kidnapping are crucial. After that, chances of finding the victim alive are drastically reduced with every passing hour.
