ARTHUR
For a moment, the office was silent except for the faint hum of the air vents and the distant clatter from somewhere down the hall. I stared at the page, unfocused, my hands unmoving on the desk. Two strangers. Uninvited interference. In my head, the consequences arranged themselves neatly.
If those people had helped her, they had signed their own death warrants.
I could almost admire the stupidity.
“Find them. The vehicle, the route, names of anyone who interacted with them. Every hand that touched her traced. Every plate, camera, toll. Break down the state line mile by mile.”
Danvers nodded once. “Already in motion.”
“Good.” I looked back down at the page. “And the organization?”
Danvers’s face changed, just enough to be noticeable. Not fear. Caution.
“They’re asking for a
