Robert’s face became stone.

“There was a misunderstanding last night,” Lewis went on. “Chloe got hysterical. We need to handle this privately — you know how emotional she gets.”

Robert finally spoke, his voice cutting like glass. “Lewis.”

A sharp breath on the other end. “Mr. Voss?”

“You have ten seconds to tell me where your mother is.”

Lewis’s voice lost its polish. “Sir, I think there’s been—”