“So you wouldn’t be able to tell us what he is working on?” Heron probed gently.
“I would ask questions but he would always refuse to answer them. When he didn’t come home last night, I thought maybe he was held up at work. Sometimes Dr. Cyrah keeps him late.”
A vacuuming robot slid along the floor. Grace lifted her legs to oblige it. “When was the last time you saw Ravee?”
“Yesterday morning, as he was getting ready for work. I was making breakfast when he said he had to go in early to meet a coworker.”
“Did you hear from him after? Maybe on a break or . . .”
“No. Nothing.” She poured dried leaves in the basket and pulled a knife for the lemon from the drawer. “It’s unlike him. That’s why when I didn’t hear back, I kept trying to send messages. But they aren’t going through. I called
