By the time I got back to the office that afternoon, I felt like I had lived through three days in the space of a few hours. My body was present but my mind was still in front of Sophia’s house, pacing the driveway with Kelly and Jane, waiting for her to appear, for her phone to ring and for a clue to drop out of thin air.
Anything at all that would show us where to go to have Jane back.
But nothing had happened. She was still gone. Her phone, still unreachable.
Kelly had left for the cafe reluctantly because she needed to get there before the rest of the staff would stage a coup for her. Jane had headed back to the mansion because mum had called to know where she was coming back. She had promised to channel her worry into something on canvas and to text me every hour to know every upd
