Brian begins describing the car, and Lucius’s fingers fly over the keyboard. This is the first time I’ve seen him so animated since the king died.
Within minutes, the screen in front of us displays numerous still photographs taken from traffic cameras. Lucius gets rid of the blurry ones. “Which car is it?”
He looks at me, and I point at one of the pictures. He types something again, and this time, only images of my Jaguar show up, arranged according to time stamp.
“There.” He magnifies a picture with the latest time stamp, a mere five minutes ago.
The car door is open, and the lights are on, but Alice is nowhere to be seen. Lucius expands the image, and I know exactly where it is.
“The lake,” I breathe. Mira has seen the lake in her dreams, but why would Alice go there? Does she think
