Marcus Reyes had learned, over twenty years on the force, that the calls which mattered rarely announced themselves as such.
This one came through his direct line on a Thursday afternoon, forwarded by a desk sergeant who described it as some Vance family lawyer, says it's personal.
It wasn't a lawyer.
"My name is Sophia Vance," she said, and got straight to the point in a way Marcus found himself respecting almost immediately. "I understand you handled a missing persons case fifteen years ago. A mother and a daughter. Ellison."
Marcus's hand tightened around the phone.
"That's an old file. Inactive. Why are you asking me about it?"
"Because I think the daughter might be sitting two floors below my brother's office," Sophia said, "and I'd like to know whether I'm insane before I say t
