LUCA’S POV
Logan's voice came down the line flat as anything. "Nothing. Her phone's been off since she left. No calls, no location. Bank account untouched."
The office sat dark all around me. No moon in the window.
"The joint account?"
"Not a withdrawal. Not a charge."
I didn't say anything. Logan waited — he was better at waiting than he had any right to be. Then:
"You want me to keep looking?"
"Until I tell you to stop."
I hung up and just sat there a while in the dark.
I went to her room.
The door stood open the way I'd left it. The bed made. I lay down on her side and the pillow was cold under my cheek and her scent was already going — not gone, not yet, but thinner than the night before.
I didn't sleep.
Morning came up gray through the cracked window. I went to the kitchen
