“Is Diane alive?”
“Yes.”
Relief came too quickly and too sharply.
Agent Morales slid another photo forward.
A younger woman this time. Dark curls. Bright smile. Navy sweatshirt.
“Jenna Wilkes. Divorced from an Air Force officer. Insurance settlement disappeared after she entered a relationship with a man named Evan Cole.”
My breath stopped.
Evan Cole.
Not just his original name.
A name he had used before me.
“She’s alive?” I asked.
“Yes. Relocated. Terrified.”
A third photo.
A woman in uniform.
Captain Alina Price.
I knew that face.
Not personally, but the Army is smaller than civilians imagine. Her disappearance had been whispered about years earlier in fragments: an officer under stress, personal problems, sudden resignation, vanished from professional circles. At the time, I had been deployed. I remembered seeing her picture in an internal notice and thinking she looked too young to be so tired.
“She’s the missing one,” I said.
