(Author's POV)
Phineas drove back to the Everett estate.
When he walked into the kitchen, Arthur was there-standing at the counter, holding a glass of water, having just finished a video conference. He took one look at his brother's face and set the glass down.
Phineas walked into the living room and dropped a folder on the marble coffee table.
"Look at that."
Arthur picked it up and opened it. Security camera stills, time-stamped and sharp. He turned through them slowly. In each one, the figure crouching at the end of the fifth-floor hallway was the same - slight build, dark hair, the distinctive silver bracelet she'd been wearing since her birthday.
Serena.
Arthur set the folder down. He stood there for a moment with his hands flat on the table, then drew a long breath through his
