Chase
Logan called before sunrise.
I had been awake for nearly an hour, sitting in the security office with Nadia while we reviewed the enhanced reflection from the photograph.
The image was still incomplete.
One eye.
Part of a cheek.
The outline of a hand holding a phone.
The technical team believed they could improve it, but every adjustment created new distortion. We had a possible face without enough detail to identify anyone confidently.
Allie was still asleep upstairs.
At least, I hoped she was.
She had barely slept after seeing the photographs. When I checked the hallway before coming downstairs, the light beneath her door had been off.
My phone vibrated against the desk.
Logan Carter.
I stared at the name.
Nadia noticed.
“Answer it.”
“He may only be calling to creat
