Admiration and guilt spiked in tandem. She was brilliant. Beaten and starved and electrocuted and abused and abandoned and still fighting to free herself.
At least? She deserved better than least. Pat was right, this was a lead, the one they'd been looking for, and they had to follow it right to the end.
Will massaged the bridge of his nose, trying to set his thoughts to order through the soup of emotions. "You said his parents walked in, like, they were in the room. They din' know he was there, but they weren't surprised. So... someplace they both know. Family property?"