Corinne's sister lived on the third floor of a building with a working buzzer, which was the only piece of good news Hunter got that morning. She opened the door before he finished knocking, phone already in her hand, face pale.
"I already called the police," she said. "They said they'd send someone by end of day. End of day. My sister's missing and someone threatened me on the phone and they said end of day."
"I'm not the police," Hunter said. "But I know who's connected to what happened to Corinne, and I don't think end of day is fast enough either."
The sister's name was Marisol. She let him in, along with Ren and Sable, and sat on the edge of her couch with her hands wrapped around a mug she wasn't drinking from.
"Tell me exactly what the call said," Hunter said, sitting across fro
