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panicked answering questions in her room.
    It didn’t take a genius to understand why.
    The dark bruises and calluses around her wrists and ankles told the story of her being bound for most of the time that she’d been missing. That hospital room probably felt claustrophobic and brought back memories she was trying hard to forget.
    Memories they kept asking her to relive.
    He hated the necessity of it, of asking a victim to face the most horrible things that had ever happened to them, to dredge up the pain and victimize them all over again. But if he and the other officers were going to find the two missing women, they needed to get as much information as they could from Kaylee. So far, they were batting zero in their search to find the man who’d hurt her, or the woman she’d remembered seeing—Mary Watkins.
    In spite of combing the swamp with bloodhounds and search-and-rescue teams, they hadn’t even been able to locate where Kaylee had been held. The heavy rains that had rolled in had obliterated footprints, scents, and flooded out much of the area near the road where Zack had found her, making it impassable. Aerial searches in that thickly treed area had proven just as useless. And now that four full days had passed since she’d managed to escape her captor, he wasn’t so sure that it was worth putting her through this turmoil anymore. The man who’d held her had to have moved on by now. He could even be in another state. There was no way of knowing.
    As Zack watched Special Agent Willow begin questioning Kaylee again, he had to force himself to stay where he was. The therapist felt that Kaylee was too dependent on Zack. Every time he left her room she’d begin to panic and wouldn’t calm down until she could see his face. She apparently associated him with safety, because she thought of him as the one who’d saved her from her ordeal. But he couldn’t do his job if he had to stay with her the whole time. And she couldn’t grow stronger mentally if she kept using him as her security blanket.
    Still, keeping his distance was killing him, especially because of how pale she looked, and the hesitant, hurt look in her eyes every time she glanced at him, obviously wondering why he was standing so far away.
    If her parents were here twenty-four-seven to support her, maybe she’d be doing better. But while Kaylee was twenty-three, her parents had to both be in their mid-sixties, or maybe even seventies. They appeared to be quite frail, and Kaylee seemed more concerned about them than about herself. From what Zack had gleaned from overhearing the nurses talking, Kaylee would only allow her parents one short visit each day. After that, they grudgingly returned to their hotel room until time to visit again.
    Her excuse to them was that she was exhausted and needed time to sleep and recover. While that might be only a slight exaggeration, the rest of what she’d told them was a deliberate lie—that the man who’d taken her had done nothing worse than tie her up and scare her.
    She’d explained away the bandages on her arms and legs by saying that she’d cut herself running through the woods to get away. And since her hospital gown covered the rest of her body, she didn’t have to explain her other injuries. Even her doctors and nurses couldn’t contradict what she’d told her parents, because Kaylee was an adult. Doctor-patient confidentiality kept her secrets safe.
    From Zack’s viewpoint, Kaylee’s parents should have fought harder to stay here with her. She was alone far too much. She needed a support system. Because, while he didn’t know what all had happened to her yet, he did know it was a heck of a lot more than just being tied up. He’d seen the pictures the police photographer took of her in the emergency room. He’d seen the bruises, the cuts, the burns.
    Kaylee Brighton had endured unspeakable horrors.
    Watching her blanch at one of Willow’s questions had Zack clamping his jaw so tight that