Chapter 92 Granddaughter

Nothing useful.

I closed my eyes for half a second.

“Thank you.”

I ended the call.

Then I dialed the one number I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to use today.

My father again. He picked up instantly.

“Talk.”

“They took her in a rolled rug,” I said. “Black van. North on 47th at 2:30. No plates. She’s...