This car was the Johnston family’s prized relic, full of sentimental value-but for Wayne, it

was a constant rer of the resentment that had festered between him, hist

and Jace. If Wayne had hidden Jace anywhere, it had to be here.

I stepped closer, noticing fresh smudges in the dust on the door. Someone had been here recently.

I was right.

“Jace,” I called softly, reaching for the door handle.

Locked. Of course, it wouldn’t open.