“She didn’t share it with a stranger,” Rachel said.

“She handed it to her father.”

I tapped my fingers against the leather strap of my purse, feeling the hard metal shape of the brass spare key tucked in the outer pocket.

The digital clock on the dashboard clicked over to 10:24.

Thirty-two miles to the township line.

The cell phone in my lap vibrated sharply, buzzing four times against my leg before I managed to press the speaker icon.

“Ms.