But in the reflection, the officer wasn’t investigating a crime scene. He was pointing at Abby. Giving a signal.

Lena smiled, tired. “Define alive. Abby was never going to be a missing person. She chose to be missing. Something happened in April 2004. Something bad. She wouldn’t tell me what, only that the people involved were still out there, and that the only way to protect herself was to become someone else.”

The retired officer. The one who left the note.

Taggart looked back at the photo. The silver locket. He hadn’t thought to search for it in evidence.