Back inside, Leo leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching Adam’s restless pacing. “Maybe one of her colleagues knows what’s going on,” he suggested. “Someone from work might’ve heard from her.” Adam seized on the idea immediately, grateful for something concrete to do, someone else to ask.
Adam scrolled through Clara’s contact list, searching for someone who might know where she was. He hesitated before tapping Maya’s name. She was one of Clara’s colleagues and friends. She answered on the third ring, her voice tight, as though bracing for something unpleasant.