They arrived at the television station just as the evening shift was ending.

Jake stepped out of the car, nerves gnawing at him. He paced around the parking lot, glancing toward the entrance again and again, anxiously scanning the crowd for Ivy.

She didn’t show.

Onyx eventually asked, “Where is she? Still working late?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll go check.”

Clearly already impatient, Jake headed straight toward the main ...