Elin's POV

The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting their sterile glow across my desk. I'm three reports deep into the quarterly analysis when my phone vibrates.

Unknown number.

My finger hovers over the decline button, but something stops me. 'Gerald.' The name flashes in my mind like a warning shot.

I grab the phone and slip into the stairwell, the door clicking shut behind me.

"Hello?"

"Elin Morgan." Gerald's voice crackles through, rough as gravel. "I found him."

My pulse kicks. ...