GRAY
I stared at Reid, waiting for him to say something. The tension in his shoulders told me everything I needed to know before he even opened his mouth.
"What happened?" I demanded, my voice coming out sharper than I intended.
"There has been no communication from Myra's team," he finally said. "They were supposed to check in at dawn."
A cold weight settled in my chest. "How late are they?"
"Three hours," Reid replied. "I've tried to mind link them. Nothing."
Three hours. Protocol required check-ins every eight hours while on mission. Missing one could mean anything from a delay to…
I shut that thought down fast.
"Maybe they're just out of range," Reid suggested.
"Or they decided to extend surveillance," I said, trying to convince myself as much as him.
Reid nodded, willing to
