Logan looked up as Jared entered the dark isolated room then gave him a sympathetic look, holding a file in his hand. His face was grim, but his tone was steady. "The police are still searching the shoreline. The divers haven't turned up anything."
"Because there's nothing to find," Logan snapped, rising to his feet. His fists curled at his sides, trembling. "Jean is alive, Dad. Someone has her."
Martha placed the untouched tray of food on the table, her eyes glassy with worry. "Logan…"
"No!" His voice thundered through the room, his grief twisting into raw rage. "I've lost too many things in my life but not her. I won't let them take her from me."
His phone buzzed in his pocket. For a second his heart lurched… Jean?... but it was Priya.
He answered immediately, his voice rough. "Tell me you've found something."
"I wish I could give you a better answer ," Priya's calm voice filled the line. "But it's not as simple as it seems. I feel like we're seeing a pattern here"
