I saw no resemblance to Elle. But then again, I saw no resemblance to the older Hadley, either, except for her green eyes. Everything else had changed, and her hair had lightened several shades, as if she spent most of her time in the sun. Seven-year-old Hadley’s hair was much closer in color to Elle’s as I remembered it.

Cam mumbled the name again, this time using Hadley as the last name and Harrison as the middle name, and I flipped through the album while Anne watched him intently. Just past the halfway point in the thin album, I found an empty photo sleeve on the left side of the page, opposite a shot of—

I froze with the next page between my fingers, ready to flip before I’d realized what I was looking at.

What the hell?

“Anne…?”

“What?” She turned to see what I was staring at, and Cam whispered again, trying another name combination.

“Is this Hadley?” It can’t be. No way.

“Yeah, that’s one of my favorites. According to the date on the back she was about six months old, and I think she’d just learned to sit up on her own. See?” She flipped the blank page to reveal the picture behind it, then turned back to the one that had sent adrenaline shooting through my heart, strong and fast enough to make it literally skip a beat. “This is the first one where there’s no pillow propping her up from behind.”

I stared at the picture of baby Hadley in a tiny, solid blue baseball cap, chubby little fingers clutching the corner of the green checkered blanket she sat on, and I had to will my pulse to slow before my vision went black.

“Where’s this one?” I whispered with as much volume as I could manage, tapping the blank page.

“Don’t know. That one was empty when I got it. I guess she just skipped a page. I thought about shifting them all down one so I could add a new one at the end, but it just seemed wrong to rearrange something Elle made for her.”

I fumbled for my satchel, and Anne caught the album when it slid from my lap. But before she could snap at me to be more careful, Cam exhaled, long and low.

“I got it.”

My fingers fell away from my bag and I looked up at him in surprise. “You got it?”

“Yeah. I had to try several variations, accounting for the possible speech difficulties of an eleven-month-old child, but I got it. She’s Leah Harrison Hadley.” His grin nearly split his face in two. “I’m assuming Harrison is a family name—maybe Elle’s dad’s?—and Hadley’s her last name, not her first.”

“Harrison is her brother’s name,” I said.

Cam frowned. “Harrison Maddox?”

I nodded absently, still focused on that missing photo.

“Clever Noelle…!” Anne mumbled,lready reaching for the pen and paper to write her daughter’s name down. Then she evidently thought better of that and dropped the pen on the end table. “Is the energy signature strong?”

“Strong enough. I think she’s still in the city. And she’s definitely still alive.”

“Great. Let’s go.” She was halfway to the door before we could stop her.

“Anne, wait.” Cam lunged forward and grabbed her arm before she could throw open the front door and expose herself to whoever Ruben had watching the apartment. “We need a plan. We need backup. We need…a plan.”

She tugged her arm free and frowned at him. “You already said that.”

“It’s worth repeating.” He gestured toward the couch and she sat again, reluctantly. “I know you’re eager to get her back, but if we just bust in…” Cam rubbed his forehead, and I wondered if he was getting repercussion pain from working with us, in conflict with his oath to Jake Tower. Or maybe he hadn’t actually crossed that line yet and was just anticipating the pain—I could certainly sympathize.

“Actually,” he continued, “that’s not even possible. I can’t bust in on Tower’s pet project, so it would just be the two of you, and that’d be beyond stupid.”

“So…what are we going to do?” Hope drained from Anne’s face, revealing the fear and worry it had briefly hidden.

“Uh…guys? I hate to complicate things, but…” I set Hadley’s photo album open on the coffee table in front of them and tapped the empty page. “We need to talk about this missing picture.”

Anne glanced impatiently at the album. “What about it?”

“It’s not missing anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, as I pulled a green plastic binder from my satchel, but Cam only watched in silence as I opened it on my lap. I flipped to the back of the binder and popped open the three one-inch rings, then removed a clear plastic page protector and handed it to Anne.

She glanced at the photo it held, then blinked and looked again. For a long time. When she finally met my gaze again, her eyes were wide and tear-filled. “Where did you get this?”

I sighed. “I can’t tell you that.” Then I rushed on before she could argue. “Am I right? Is that Hadley in the photo?”

She pinched the top of the page protector and held her hand over the opening. “May I…?”

“Yeah. That’s a copy anyway.”

She pulled out the photo and held it inches from her face, as the first tears fell. “Where’s the original?”

I thought about that for a second, then decided that answering wouldn’t actually breach my contract, though I probably couldn’t answer anything else she was certain to ask. “The original is in the top drawer of the desk in Ruben Cavazos’s home office.”