Lyra
The closest result was Emily Montrel on Linkedin, a thirty three year old senior executive. Definitely not who I was looking for.
It was unusual, to say the least. I shut my laptop, pressing my palms against my face. How was any of this related to dad? If I wanted more information, I had to look elsewhere.
And I couldn’t exactly ask dad either. He was still unconscious. So who else would know?
The sun had barely crested the horizon when I left my room, moving quickly so I could catch up to my target before it was too late. I’d been up for several hours already, showered and dressed, and determined to dig up more information about Elena’s death.
I checked my watch and sped up. I had a five minute window to meet the person I wanted to see before they went about their duties. The pa
