“Got something. Brookfield. Edge of the city. It’s an old address, but that car was registered there.” Gabby clicked the map link. The street looked desolate, half-paved, lined with crumbling units. Her pulse pounded. She had no proof. No backup. But she had to go. She couldn’t walk away.
She told her boss during lunch. “I need a half day,” she said. “Family emergency.” He raised a brow. “You mean the dog?” When she nodded, he frowned. “Gabby, you don’t know what’s waiting there. Don’t go alone.” But Gabby shook her head. “I have to. For Juniper.”