For the first time since leaving Dallas, I let someone hold part of the weight.
At 3:18 that afternoon, Adrian called.
I almost ignored it.
Then answered.
“Did you find Claire?”
“No.”
His voice sounded exhausted.
“But we found something else.”
I closed my eyes.
“Of course you did.”
“Can you come downstairs?”
“Why?”
“I’d rather show you.”
I looked toward Marisol.
She nodded.
“I’ll stay with Lily.”
Ten minutes later, I found Adrian in a small hotel meeting room.
Daniel stood near the door.
On the table were three printed pages.
Adrian did not sit.
Neither did I.
“What is it?”
“Claire left a file on our internal server.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“For you?”
“We thought so.”
“You thought?”
“The file is password protected.”
“Then how do you know what it is?”
“We recovered the filename from the system.”
He turned the paper toward me.
