Unaccounted For

Lyra’s desk.

Empty.

The chair was perfectly tucked in. No coffee cup. No open notebook. No sign of her ever being there.

His brows pulled together. “Ms. Caldwell called in sick today?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

Vera blinked. “No. Not that I know of.”

Kira straightened, worry flashing across her features. “She’s still not here?”

Silas turned slightly. “Not that