Atlas jumped into his car, his phone tucked in his ears as he waited for Harry to pick up, whilst also dishing out orders to Joanne.
"If Aveline comes home while I'm out searching for her, call me immediately!"
He had driven off when Harry finally answered the call.
"Where did you go, Antarctica?! I've been calling you."
"Art? What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"It's Aveline. I've been calling her phone but she's not picking up. No one in the house has seen her since this morning she left for work."
"That's strange. She left the second we rounded up at the meeting."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure. But I did find something weird."
"What's that?"
"You should know her dressing to work was a bit more informal than formal."
"I left for work before her so I wouldn't know. Why's any of that important though?"
"She was also concentrating really hard on her phone as she hurried out of the meeting room. Almost as if she was going to meet someone."
