The search for answers turned into a desperate chase. Helga, usually the calmest of them all, found herself rattled to her core. She couldn't stop thinking about Esme, about how she would have never put herself in a situation like this. There were too many unanswered questions, too many things that didn't add up.
And the fact that they couldn't even find a trace of Esme's body, despite how badly the car had burned, was something that gnawed at them all. The police had called the area a "blind spot"—remote, isolated, far from the reach of cameras or witnesses. But to them, it felt like something far more sinister was at play.
