Sarah stared at the empty space, face draining of color. “I sedated him,” she said, voice shaking now. “He was asleep. There is no way he walked out.” Eleanor’s cup slipped from her numb fingers and hit the floor with a dull splash.Sarah turned toward the hallway, fury rising fast. “Someone carried him,” she said. “Someone took Rex.”
Sarah yanked her keys off the counter, then froze. The tablet chimed. The loading screen vanished. A map filled the display—clean lines, a pulsing dot, and one blunt label: TRACKER: ACTIVE. Sarah’s breath caught. “It’s a tracker,” she said, already moving again. Eleanor grabbed the tablet with both hands.