"Close to what," I whispered. "Close to finding me. Close to catching her. What does it mean."
"It means whoever's leaving these messages wants us afraid," Lucien said, his voice tight with barely controlled fury. "It means they're telling us we're running out of room."
Marcus was already moving through the office, checking behind the desk, under the overturned chair, scanning for anything that might tell us where Corinne had actually gone.
"No blood," he said, quiet relief threading through the observation. "Whatever happened here, it wasn't violent enough to leave a mark on the floor."
"That doesn't mean she's safe," I said.
"No," Marcus agreed. "It means whoever took her wanted her intact. Which tells us something."
"What," Lucien said.
"They need something from her," Marcus said
