They found an empty bed, stripped and made, as though no one had ever been in it at all.

“What the hell?” Flynn said, and I watched his face on the feed, watched the first crack appear in his certainty, and I felt nothing that I would call joy, exactly, but something adjacent to it — the deep, level satisfaction of watching a plan meet the world just as designed.

Chapter 12 — Speak to the Federal Investigators

A doctor came into the room behind them.

I had never met him; he knew only the small, careful statement Phoebe had authorized, and nothing more.

“Where is my wife?” Flynn demanded.