MRS LEE LOOKED VERY different from the last time Carl had seen her. When they arrived at the door, she let them in herself. Her face had lost its color except for her eyes, which were red-rimmed. She was a ghost of her former self, as if all life had been drained from her. Mr Lee was waiting in the first room they came to. He was trying to put on a brave front, but it was clear that beneath the veneer, he was crumbling.
“Thank you for coming so quickly,” said Mr Lee. “Please, sit down.”
“It’s no problem,” said Carl. “Has there been any word from Sayen?”
“Nothing,” Mrs Lee said. “Not a single sight or sound of her since yesterday evening.”
Harrington said, “Is it possible she—”
“Ms Harrington,” said Mrs Lee. “Let me show you something.” She handed over an interface. On the screen was a
