Mia frowned, watching Claus pace the length of the warehouse like a shadow haunted by its own echo.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

“Nothing,” he said too quickly.

She tilted her head, unconvinced. “Nothing? Claus, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

He didn’t stop moving. “You said the police called.”

“Yes,” she replied slowly, watching him. “I told you…they want me to come in.”

“Okay.”

Mia blinked. “Okay? That’s it?”

He finally stopped, his ...