The figures had reconciled into a picture I would have given almost anything not to see.

And now came the part of the work that no training ever fully prepares you for, the part where the numbers stop being numbers and start being your husband, your brother, your daughter, and the rest of all your lives.

Chapter 10 — The Keycard at the Door

I was still kneeling on the carpet with the open case in front of me when I heard it — the electronic chirp of a keycard at the suite’s front door, and the heavy clunk of the bolt sliding back.

I have never moved faster in my life, and I have never been calmer doing it.