Chapter Seventeen
For what felt like an age, she had been placated while the men worked. The incident room had been set up in the same boardroom she’d had her client protocol meeting in and she was struck by how quickly the tables could turn. Paper piled up on the large table in the center of the room. Phones rang, keyboards clacked and still, no one had been able to pin Ryder down.
“Right, here’s what we have,” Gabe said loud enough to make everyone stop what they were doing to gather around the table. Everyone except Toby who just kept on battering his keyboard, which he glared at so intently she began to wonder if it had a brain-machine interface.
“We have the primary on camera leaving this building an hour after Lacie did,” Gabe said, glancing at her.
“The primary,” she said, wrink
