Adam said once they were all seated around the scarred oak table. “I’ve had a tail on you ever since you showed up on the scene, Adam.” “Glad to see you’re doing your job.” “Just tell us about Quinton,” Hadley said. “Does he have my daughters?” “If he does, they’re not with him.” Hadley winced as if the detective had hit her. Adam watched as the optimism that she’d exhibited after seeing the video disappeared in a cloud of dread that showed in every line of her face. “They must be with him,” Hadley insisted. “Where else would they be?” “All I know is that they weren’t in the house where Quinton has admittedly been staying and there were no signs that they’d been there.” Frustration burned in Hadley’s eyes. “Even Matilda thinks he’s the one who took Lacy and Lila.”
