The search took two days.
I was not allowed near it. I knew better than to ask twice. Instead, I ran my command, signed documents, answered briefings, and slept in fragments. Every unknown number made my pulse jump. Every official call made the room sharpen.
On Sunday evening, Agent Morales arrived at my office.
He did not call first.
That told me enough to stand before he spoke.
“We found Captain Price,” he said.
My hand went to the desk.
“She’s alive.”
For the first time in days, my knees nearly gave.
“Where?”
“At a women’s shelter in Ohio. Different name. Diane’s information led us to the cabin, and the cabin led us to records. Alina left years ago after realizing Ryan—then using Evan Cole—was working with Linda to drain her accounts. She believed they would ruin her career or worse if she reported them. So she ran.”
