Sam arrived precisely at two o’clock. Dorian was burning with impatience.
“Where the hell have you been, Sam?” Gray demanded.
“You told me to come at two. It’s exactly two o’clock, Dorian.”
“Spit it out. What did you find?”
“Clara Clark. Turned eighteen a couple of days ago. Parents: Laura and Ashton Clark. Older brother Victor, and sister Dara.”
Dorian shot him a displeased look.
“Are you mocking me, Sam? Did I ask for what’s already obvious?”
“Easy, easy, Dor, don’t bite my head off. It gets more interesting. Clara’s finishing a degree in Art History at Saint Mark’s College. Odd choice, I’ll admit. Before that—exceptional grades. Official social media accounts locked, barely active. But there’s another one. She runs a blog on art and travel—‘Clara in Wonderland.’ The girl’s seen h
