She watched a uniformed officer walk past us with a stack of folders.

“We are treating this as a recovery operation now,” she said.

We walked down the long corridor toward the exit.

The glass doors at the end of the hall showed the gray autumn light of the street.

Detective Harris joined us near the metal detector.

He held a manila folder under his arm.

“We tried to contact Caleb this morning,” Harris said.

“His phone went straight to voicemail at eight, and his service provider says the device has been powered down.”