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It happened far sooner than I’d imagined. While the phone call didn’t directly concern Holly, it solidified my growing suspicion that hers was not an isolated incident. I kept the woman on the line for half an hour and learned that her twenty-two-year-old stepdaughter, Lindsay Cole, who had been staying with friends and working in California for the past year, had texted her from Tom’s Truck Center near Vicksburg. Her message indicated that she had snagged a ride with a trucker and expected to be home in mere hours. That was the last communication she had received from her. The details sounded so eerily similar to those of Lucinda’s sister and the missing sixteen-year-old Krystal Lampton, it made my scalp prickle. “What was she doing at that particular truck stop in the
