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he could go farther into the bushes. “The TSA agent told me it takes fifteen minutes to completely lock down the airport. We were still inside that window when I caught Jenner. The Prius could’ve left just under the wire.”
    “But you said the car was empty.”
    “It was when I searched it.” Will stepped onto a branch, pushing down the barbs with his foot. “They both panicked. The Prius took off. Jenner ran into the garage.” He glanced at Faith to see if she was following his logic. “The road curves up right here. I was back inside the breezeway talking to you on the phone. This is the only place they could’ve handed Abigail off without me seeing Jenner or the car.”
    “Or the security cameras seeing them.” Faith put her hands on her hips. “The next camera would pick up the Prius at the split that takes you onto the interstate.”
    Will’s finger was bleeding. He wiped his hand on his pants, stepping deeper into the bushes.
    And then he found it.
    A cheap brown wig, a pair of black plastic glasses, two legs from a pair of zippered cargo pants and—worst of all—a little girl’s flowery dress with pink trim.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “It’s my fault,” Will told Amanda. “I took my eye off Jenner. I gave him the opportunity to make the hand-off.”
    “We’ll deal with your mistakes later,” she said. “Tell me again about the woman in the car.”
    He shook his head. Each time he tried to summon up the memory, it was lost. “I think she had dark hair.”
    “Was she white? Black? Green?”
    “White.”
    “Eye color?”
    “She had on sunglasses. Maybe a hat?” Will didn’t know if his brain was filling in blanks or not. “I don’t know what she was wearing. I didn’t see any tattoos or birthmarks. I think the car’s interior was black. I don’t know anything else. I was looking for the girl, and she wasn’t there. That’s all that mattered at that point.”
    Amanda seldom cursed, but she did now, saying, “Dammit, these people have been one step ahead of us all day.”
    Vanessa Livingston came out of the Cold Room. She said, “The camera loses the Prius once it turns out of the breezeway. It’s picked up again on the merge. Whoever the driver was, she beat the shutdown by about two minutes. The Prius went 75 North, but that’s all we know.”
    “Did you get the license plate?”
    “Partial. Mud covered all but two numbers—three and nine, nonsequential. We’re running it through the system. There are eleven hundred Priuses in the metro area. Half of them are silver. It’s a popular color. We’re drilling them down to the number registered to women so we have a starting point.”
    “Great,” Amanda said. “Like we don’t have enough walls to bang our heads against.”
    Will asked, “Did any of the cameras catch her face? Maybe we can compare it to passengers on the Seattle plane.”
    “No,” Vanessa answered. “If she’d gone into one of the parking decks, or used the upper floor, that would be a different matter.”
    Will said, “What if it’s Eleanor Fielding?”
    Instead of shooting him down, Amanda said, “Go on.”
    “Her Mercedes left the airport. Maybe she looped back around, parked the Mercedes in a different lot, picked up the Prius, and came back to pick up the girl.” Will remembered Jenner looking over his shoulder as he walked up the breezeway. The man was looking at oncoming traffic.
    Amanda said, “Jenner could hand off the girl downstairs, change into his outfit, then—”
    Will finished for her, “Walk back upstairs, go into the main terminal, then take a taxi home.”
    “Covers them both,” Vanessa said. “Except for Will spotting them, we wouldn’t even know it had happened.”
    Amanda looked at her watch. “Will, it’s time for you to go back in with Jenner. Add another half hour to your watch.”
    Will didn’t immediately follow orders. “That’s a big leap.”
    “Do as I say,” she told him. “It might be the difference between